Patience

Another winter gone. Another spring
grows bolder, though she’s seen it all before,
Five hundred times. She knows what it will bring.
She watches as Wild Apple, Chaffinch, Gorse,
splash colour all across the misty hill
and bees, enchanted, rush to drink their fill.
“Come on!” they cry, “join in!”, but she holds on,
her leafy fists clenched tight a little longer.
Winter’s final throes will soon be gone
so, patiently, she lets the sun grow stronger.
Raven joins her high up in the air
as they keep sacred watch over the year.
And I watch with them, fleeting in their sight,
As I am cleansed by spring’s refreshing light.

(c) Rich Clarkson 2023

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