I fall into the lure of spring
intoxicated drunken with color
sound scent promise of fulfillment
tulips beg touch me
touch my silken garments
linger for a brief caress
flowering bulbs tease me
play our game of hide and seek
but wait wait for our reveal
rich perfumes command me
drop everything ignore all
come instead with us come
eat drink taste our nectars
offer your soul your senses thoughts
everything give us everything
I spent 1/2 hour yesterday taking photos of new leaves.
I’ve never done that before, focused solely on the emerging leaves, but something compelled me to do it. Fully engrossed, I lost myself in the discovery process…
As I put down the camera, I felt the meaning in my leaf search.
I felt the promise of new growth, the promise of healing, restoration, rejuvination.
You see, my family has been struggling with the endless torrent of issues tied into caring for our aging parents’ rapidly failing health and quality of life. Although it’s brought many of us together, it’s also created some painful relational rifts.
Those new leaves, the ones emerging from seemingly dead branches, the ones still glistening with early morning dew tears… those brand new tender leaves whispered to me understanding, healing, and hope for new growth.
So I share these pictures with you today as a reminder that when our answers are hidden, our wounds are raw, maybe we just need to leave it to nature for a few moments.
Maybe we just need to leave it.
text and photos by Starla J. King
The arrival of spring has always been a challenge for me.
Each year I struggle with making the transition from quiet introspective winter to high-energy, high-expectation, “extrospective” spring. And now as a garden designer/landscaper, I find the onset of spring is magnified — in beauty and in initial angst.
As I often do when faced with expressing a confluence of feelings and emotions, I turn to poetry. So without further ado…
Ah spring, how you woo me
seemingly gentle with your irresistible display of sensory lures
tempting me teasing me promising
with every light breeze
that I can handle your energy
dance with me you demand
twirl around and around til you fall
to the soft earth and smell the rich soil
warm but only on the surface
as underneath still struggles to evict the winter chill
give in to me you beg Let me take you
touch your soul with lavish beauty
drench you in color sound scent until even your
taste is taken hostage by my excess and you
just long enough for me to slough off your winter protection
and bathe you in my gentle perfumes
Wake now you sing
through a symphony of greens blues purples and solos by white and yellow
but still I resist
shhh just start with a whisper til I’m used to the sounds yet still you insist
Wake now wake now and join me please
play with me I’ll give you first chair if you
the baton and orchestrate my overture of new growth courage love
and finally one by one the notes undress
my fear and I touch
the velvety petals tender still with new growth and
ever so slightly