Tomorrow, spring’s petals will parade down pavement, confetti without the fanfare of a marching band. You wouldn’t call the bulbs and blooms any braver for withstanding winter’s percussive chill. All they know to do is grow in time with songbirds and rounding sun. You wouldn’t cry out, vanity!— for exuberant displays of lusty color, pastels… Continue reading Living Anyway
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Dig For Rain
Maybe there was a time when you tilled expectation’s soil, sowed seeds of heirloom hopes, and raindanced under brewing skies. Maybe there was a time before you learned to look away, when you dared stare square into rising possibility, before the rains didn’t come. Maybe there was a time—later, later, how much later— when all… Continue reading Dig For Rain
Stitched
Slow to the quick, inflict these maddening wounds —deeper yet for the intrusion of time by trust. Fresh cuts will take a stitch, leaving contoured maps in tangled depiction of when or where, but never how, or—most vexing—why. Dare to reassemble, reorder, uplifted by soothing breath. Remember, Atlas bore no less than the sky above.
caroline ridgway 