Spring

Another Spring begins, and I am without any gods
to praise or blame for the seasons I have witnessed,
the men and women who have inhabited my vision
with their eccentric kindness, violence, and humor,
or the play of phenomena which rise, thrive a moment,
and then vanish with such sublimely impersonal grace.

We chose to settle on this side of a nameless mountain,
but I guess any other side would have done just as well –
the fickle wind blows where it will, the rain and snow falls
everywhere, and when the warm sun shines through the clouds
it seems for an instant that all stormy weather is forgotten.

What came before in this quicksilver life is now mostly
a vague and brittle memory – it all might just crumble
and collapse into the void if I dare to look backwards
and try to coax some tentative sense out of any of it.

Still, it’s Spring today and throughout the gardens
signs of new life are stirring – Magnolias, Lilacs,
Azaleas, Rhododendrons, Rose Buds, Daphne, fruiting
Asian Pear and Apricot trees are all adorning themselves
with their seasonal fragrances and gorgeous blossoms.

Numerous species of migrating birds are now returning
to frolic in the surrounding Pines, Oaks, and Cherry Laurels,
and so we are keeping the seed and water bowls filled,
and donating short lengths of yarn for them to employ
while they scurry about in their busy nest building.

Whether or not I attempt to superimpose some special
meaning on it all, this mystery does what it does regardless,
while any applause, disdain, or indifference will fall equally
into the looming silence which forms a perfect background
for the dynamic theater of elements on this revolving stage.

Just so, I pour another cup of coffee and gaze out the window
as a slight smile begins to lift the corners of my mouth —
all for no apparent rhyme or reason other than it is Spring,
and there is no other natural recourse than simply to be happy.

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About Bob OHearn

My name is Bob O'Hearn, and I live with my Beloved Mate, Mazie, in the foothills of the Northern California Sierra Nevada Mountains. I have several other sites you may enjoy: Photo Gallery: http://www.pbase.com/1heart Essays on the Conscious Process: http://theconsciousprocess.wordpress.com/ Poetry and Prosetry: https://feelingtoinfinity.wordpress.com/ Writings from selected Western Mystics, Classic and Modern: https://westernmystics.wordpress.com/ https://freetransliterations.wordpress.com/ Wisdom of a Spirit Guide: https://spiritguidesparrow.wordpress.com/ Thank You!
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