NATURE HAS ITS WAYS
I can look away from the rising of shoots
trying to fight their way to the surface,
only to be defeated by the cold heart of nature
and not mourn the loss of color.
I can suffer awhile longer yet
the frosty ice yet unfrozen
in the mind of an unending winter
and
not think of warmth from a sun defeated.
I cannot unsee the fertile ground
in a cold man’s heart left untended, fallow
and not connect it to a winter begun in his youth
and not be in sorrow for all the warmth
that he has not felt
in a life spent striving for life to bloom.
© M Durfee
3/24/2014
"A Cold man's heart." Stony ground indeed.
ReplyDeletethat last bit...that pings my heart...to see those that have given up
ReplyDeleteafter trying...or worse, to have never tried at all...
That last stanza is golden. All by itself, it says everything. Wonderful
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kj
Beautiful and very true words. The worst part is the people who give up without having truly tried. xo
ReplyDeleteFelt as an elegy for the living to keep mindful and, if not hopeful exactly, still striving.
ReplyDeleteMark-it takes a lot for us to 'bloom where we are planted'. xo
ReplyDeleteIt went by awfully fast, didn't it . . . life?
ReplyDeleteWe need some warmth, some life, for inspiration. It's all barren and cold..which has a time and a place. This is not the time nor the place.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful one, Mark. It tells me that every day matters. I had best make each one count for something.
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