First of all, thank you for reading my blog.
I would like to ask a second favor. I would really like your photos to post with this poem. I began writing it several years ago while looking out our home’s window that opened onto a fertile forest view. This spring we are learning to embrace a different kind of season change on the valley floor: blossoms and bees begin to toil earlier here and there is a beauty to behold. But I do miss the gentle radiance of sunshine on a spring day in El Dorado County. The magical nature of the sun invading a forest after a spring rain speaks deeply to me of creation and the Holy Hands that shaped it.
Will any of you who live in the mountains email me a picture of a “March Sunshine” scene? Some of you read the blog from Europe- we’d love a picture of spring in your corner of the world. If you would email it to me at firstname.lastname@example.org, I would love to download and post it with the poem, including your name and general location if you give me permission to. You don’t have to be a professional photographer to do this (clearly I am not), so please don’t hesitate. From Idaho to Washington, to the East Coast and overseas, we would love to enjoy the beauty in your corner of the world.
Dappling forest floor.
Like a long-lost friend
Returning warily, without warning.
It settles on the clotted soil,
Surprising earth and creature alike.
The demure caller is not answered in kind.
Towering trees bully their way into the shaft of sparkling sun,
Cutting swaths of shade, denying warmth to others.
Perhaps they’ve earned the right to lead the parade
From darkness to light,
Weathering untold seasons’ bite and blast.
Sprightly squirrel and brash blue jay,
Clamor to be noticed;
Boldly demand the proffered gift.
Plants arch their backs, stretch, and yawn;
Crowd upward, seeking a draught of the milky warmth.
Not content to go without.
Soft-green infant cedars
Sway in the benign breeze,
Usher in the honored guest with jubilant dance.
Do those who dwell below
Hear the primal prompting:
“Wake, ready yourself!”
Before they crawl to the surface
To bask in the message of hope warmth brings,
And join the impending, riotous celebration?
Sunshine in March,
Beacon of spring.
kpeterson march 2013
MARCH AROUND THE WORLD…