Winter is a spent, tired old man, that has gone without sleep for a whole season. Then there come a vibrant, radiant Spring; she intoxicates the old man, sends him to sleep with a dream in his heart. And ever so slowly, the enfeebled season slips away peacefully. What we get after that is delicious fecundity of fertility and lush-- in other words, spring. Finally!
The lovely prompt from dVerse gave rise to this 44 word poem. See what you think and happy holidays to you.
All Rights Reserved © Selma Martin 2021 Folklore inspired by a grasshopper that landed on my head. A red-legged, pale grasshopper, her life’s purpose completed, came to say ‘sayonara’ to me, and I saw beauty in the encounter: how beautiful this cycle accepted with reverence. May we learn more from these fragile creatures whose offspring we'll see in the summer.
All right reserved to Selmamartin.com May the climax of the year that is autumn, melt your heart with warmth, life, and restoration.
At the end of Summer like at the end of Winter, the old season tries hard to keep a presence. But in the end the old has to make way for the new. Give up the crown, so to speak. I love the lovely exchange. Do you?
Help protect our migratory birds. Turn off the lights, please— at least during the spring and summer migrating seasons. Thank you.
Taking a fantastical wild ride with the wind like I ‘used to’ in yester-years. Come ride with me, why don’t you, as together we explore this new Zéjel form that’s a Spanish form with lovely history: Arabic influence related to the Qasida and adopted by the Spanish troubadours of 15th century. Enjoy.
One day prior to the Corn Moon of September. Watch this moon balance your energy. Happy moon gazing.
The Cacti that blooms for only one night, and is gone before the sunlight finds her. I find this inspiring. I hope you do as well.
“Could it be that this idea of letting go is a seed planted within us?”
A Shakespearean Sonnet for you today. Hope you enjoy it.n
It's May! The season of fertility and lessons.