The throes of winter, dying hard,
Left snow in the shade of trees.
Teasing, dipping, and dancing,
The sunlight warmed be briefly,
Then, like a fickle lover, disappeared.
With raging winds or warming breeze,
Will spring’s sweet breath
Change the snow to rain?
Can the thawing snows,
Living in the mountain heights,
Send rushing waters to cleanse
Death’s pale and frozen shade?
Awaiting the return
Of the Earth blanket’s green,
I understood the reluctance of humans to
Commit to one another.
Fearing the cold,
They forgot how to love the snow.
Jamie Sams in Earth Medicine
Meditation of changes in seasons and changes in people. We may love, but we also grow in different directions. We either must grow together or be ready to accept the pain and responsibility of growing apart.
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