Sunday April 27
First Violet
Far I went
to work with others
through a land where
winter had not quite left
through storm darkened sky
( our hearts as one
our vision shared)
Much seen,
much learned,
some to be left
incomprehensible,
wondrous things
high sharp mountains,
sea swept pools,
enormous trees
and the inner depths
of the mind
then I came back.
To light glinting up
from the flowing stream
birds arriving to clamor on trees
first new leaves to the sky appeared
green grass begun above wet earth
Canada geese had built their nest
and apricots begun to bloom.
But it was not as it could be
a warm sad emptiness
I went forlorn to the sacred place
with you in heart and mind
to speak with them of this
to beseech and remonstrate.
But then today
upon the path
A single glimpse
and hope raised bright again
As first violet grows
from hard cool ground
A butterfly of the earth,
slight beauty of the sun
Determined beautiful one appears
and I know that I've returned
from there to the place
of home.
April 21
