This is a poem I wrote during a tough time in my life.
Dark Birth
Brown and dark,
Cold and crushed,
Spring’s green glory.
Fall’s red revelation
Moldering down.
Beneath glistening snow
decay, dissolution,
April’s fresh promise passing away.
Passing away?
Inexorable green tips,
Far ranging rootlets,
Potent bulb, restless rhizome,
Leaf mold’s new incarnation.
Life quivering, expectant.
Will there be new life?
Will life’s leafy litter encounter
Incarnation's blood and water?
Leaves to litter, litter to humus,
New growth’s fertile bed.
Weariness to quietness, quietness to surrender
Grace’s deceptive door.
All that now springs up is incarnation's
mysterious fruit.
