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.
Snowdrops
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.
