Thursday, October 2, 2014

Seasons, a poem by Ann Vargas

There, there
Ride the throbbing wave
Breathe in rhythm with it
Follow the pulse
Of stretching and contracting
Hold gently
The pain of a breaking bud
Rock it slowly
Until suddenly
Shedding of spaces
That have become too small
Then
Be awed by spring blossoms.

Celebrate abundance
Splurge
Drink in summer and dance wildly
In a circle of plenty
Drunk from too much
Gather the harvest gratefully
Indulge in ripened, sweet fruit
Receive shamelessly
Until your cup runneth over
Then, give it all away
Like there's no tomorrow
And melt
In the heat of the sun.

Allow change
Loosen your attachments
And fall with the leaves
In the autumn wind
Flowers wilt as they go to seed
Honor their death
Attend their burial in silent respect
Surrender control
And fall with the seeds
Into earth's dark womb
Only made richer
By the decay of last season's glory.

Winter, like a pregnant woman
Holds a promise
Anticipate patiently
Descend into the stillness
Under a blanket of snow
Be with the nothing
It is where you will find All
Give life time to incubate
Despite the absence
Of visible signs
Trust the process.

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