Friday, February 5, 2010

Poem for your day: Celebrate this unlikely oracle of Spring

Yes, it is snowing again, and I must admit I am a bit weary of it. I can ski only so much down our little hill. Spring is around the corner, or so I am promised by the Virginians.

In that spirit of hopeful promise, here is a poem sent earlier this week by our wonderful friend Karen in Tennessee. Blessings to all...

Groundhog Day
By Lynn Unger
Celebrate this unlikely oracle,
this ball of fat and fur,
whom we so mysteriously endow
with the power to predict spring.
Let's hear it for the improbable heroes who,
frightened at their own shadows,
nonetheless unwittingly work miracles.
Why shouldn't we believe
this peculiar rodent holds power
over sun and seasons in his stubby paw?
Who says that God is all grandeur and glory?

Unnoticed in the earth, worms
are busily, brainlessly, tilling the soil.
Field mice, all unthinking, have scattered
seeds that will take root and grow.
Grape hyacinths, against all reason,
have been holding up green shoots beneath the snow.
How do you think spring arrives?
There is nothing quieter, nothing
more secret, miraculous, mundane.
Do you want to play your part
in bringing it to birth? Nothing simpler.
Find a spot not too far from the ground
and wait.

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