I am in Spokane now, reading, writing, and preparing for two presentations at the end of the month. It is unseasonable here, but it is at home, too. Rain and snow go with the low temperatures.
I wrote this about the paradox we experience in spring. It is a time of rejuvenation and resurrection, literally and figuratively, yet it is not always easy to see, unless I watch closely. Each day, as I walk, I see signs that contradict each other: sullen skies, a glacial wind, flowers showing, and robins gathered to feed.
Leaden, sullen rain-heavy skies,
The wind glacial;
Absent a lover’s warm touch,
With precision, it cuts through cloth,
Touches skin with icy fingers.
Have faith the calendar counsels
Nature speaks in other ways;
Daffodils reach through the earth,
Robins find food washed up on the sidewalk,
I hear spring is here.
I took this picture of the first robin I saw last spring. There was still snow. The robin posed for me, more interested in finding food than fearing me.