Dear Miracle

Setting free the beautiful truth inside.

Reckoning with Spring

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ReckoningWithSpring3I’m leaving.

While all over town cherry blossoms

are in a pink uprising—stampeding the senses

of unsuspecting ones merely trying to mind their own business.

And dogwoods are holding on to their fat little white fists, shaking

them in the wind at anyone who might notice them.

Everything says stay, don’t go and

a thousand heavy sighs escape me at every

up and coming branch that tries to halt me from my

appointed task—a final reckoning with what it will cost to leave.

Goodbye sweet trees.

Goodbye greening leaves.

Goodbye the whistling chorus out my kitchen window

—the geese coming home.

It’s not that I’m not gone forever—

just long enough to miss this spring and all its terrible beauty.

I’m already full of melancholy

and I’m not even gone.

© 2015  ~  Shoshana Wolfington

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Author: dearmiracle

The hardest thing you will ever do is tell yourself the truth. This is about that. Vulnerability, becoming comfortable with ambiguity and answers that don't always arrive when we think they should. Living in that liminal space, a threshold of not always knowing becomes a sweet spot, a place of opening again and again.

2 thoughts on “Reckoning with Spring

  1. A little tardy on my reply, but I guess in the middle of making the long drive towards my beautiful and extended leaving and all the craziness of my eventual return, I missed your comment somehow. Thank you, Brenda! Much love!

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  2. Beautiful poem, Susie… 🙂

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