Hi again. It's spring. Life feels a little bit fresh... I've shared this poem on here before, but it's pretty much my spring favorite. (Thanks for sharing it with me, Elaine!) I know it's titled "Snowdrops" but I don't have any on my property, so the picture is of daffodils.
by Louise Gluck
Do you know what I was, how I lived? You know
what despair is; then
winter should have meaning for you.
I did not expect to survive,
earth suppressing me. I didn't expect
to waken again, to feel
in damp earth my body
able to respond again, remembering
after so long how to open again
in the cold light
of earliest spring--
afraid, yes, but among you again
crying yes risk joy
in the raw wind of the new world.