The Blushing Blossom Must Return

28/02/21

The wind brought golden sands, full of regret.
The wind brought bitter cold, full of regret.
The wind brought erring thoughts, full of regret.

And it howls,
Howls.

Chilling my bones.
Chilling my hopes.
Chilling my ropes.

No way out,
No way for you,
No way for me.

I close my eyes.
I let my hair grow.
I let my love bloom.

And I pray,
through sleepless nights.

And I pray,
through endless tears.

And I pray,
Through countless hours.

Will it ever end?

When the wind rose,
When the howl grew,
When the fury blew,

I opened my wings.
I fluttered my feathers
I met the waves.

Waves of hurling fury.
Waves of billowing howls.
Waves of blistering wind.

I met them head on.

I rose,
I fell,
I rose.

Oh my wings are tired,
My Lord.

Oh my wings are tired,
My love.

Oh my wings are tired,
My heart.

And still the storm never ends.
And still the night never ends.
And still the wait never ends.

One more lull,
full of beauty.

One more dawn,
full of hope.

One more summit,
full of glory.

The mysterious violets must return.
The blushing blossom must return.
The wandering bird must return.

And they do,
as promised.

My hair grew longer,
My songs grew longer,
My nights grew longer.

Waxing
Glowing
Waning

Time went on.

I now walk through the woods,
And stand still by the oak.

I now walk through the garden,
And smell intently by the shrub.

I now walk through the streets,
And listen deeply by the busy road.

Will you return too?
As promised.

The wind scatters.
The howl whispers.
The fury withers.

I can hear the birds singing they return.
I can smell violets celebrating their return.
I can see red and pink gems dotting the twigs.

There’s a sweet scent in the air.
There’s a golden hue in the horizon.
There’s a splash of color in the path.

I smile,
as I greet my friend the great tit.

I whisper,
as I greet my friend the robin.

I laugh,
as I greet my friends the sparrows.

Oh my heart is full.

The cold breeze lulls me.
The gentle tweets lull me.
The soft shoots lull me.

Life has a way of surviving the stangest of winters.

Chirp,
Chirp, my friends.

Cheep,
Cheep, my friends.

Chirrup,
Chirrup my friends.

Birds,
Trees,
Flowers…

Perhaps you know the answer to my question…

But I am not given the keys.
But I am not allowed to understand.
But I am not shown the pattern.

So I smile.

I dig and sow.
I cut and clear.
I fill and cover.

Spring is but the beginning.

The first spark,
The first sprout,
The first rosebud.

There will be many leaves to admire.
There will be many flowers to gather.
There will be many fruits to taste.

So much life around me,
So much life within me,
So much life over me.

Covering me,
Nestling me,
Carrying me,

Like waves,
Like a current,
Like a trickle.

Peaceful yet wistful.
Hopeful yet distrustful.
Trusting yet fearful.

Dancing with the golden sunshine,
Dancing with the fluttering bushes.
Dancing with soft longing.

And hoping…

You will turn that corner.
You will tear that page.
You will taste that courage;

And find me,

Beneath the blue and golden sky.
Beneath the sleepy and thriving trees.
Beneath the canopy of dreams and prayers.

Dear Lord,
Will You show him the way?

Before the wind returns.