In the mud
In the greening moss
In the fern fiddles pushing up from water
In the unleaved gnarls of the beech’s arms
And the newly red-budded maples
In the grasping greenbrier
And the blue skies beyond the chickadee ”I-I-I love you” song
In the warmed places on the trail and in the shaded
In the quiet and the “birdy” spaces
To open the future
And grow up from the past
Prick up your ears to the sounds of rebirth
Sharpen your vision to the signs of the earth
And the persons trying to move us all forward
Like the wood anemones and fern fronds
With pent up energy released by the sun
And the stored up desire that justice be won
Like the daffodils prolific against the dead stalks
The shoots undaunted by last night’s frost
Celebrate Easter and Passover and all the spring feasts
Leave behind the old grudges and worries at least
Enjoin this reopening, this greening , this birth
Of the new season and peace for all earth
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| Wood Anemone |
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| Ferns emerging |
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| Maple's red buds |
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