Waiting for Spring

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In the absence, I feel longing.

The longing cannot be explained away, dissected, bisected, and catalogued.

It is blood deep, bone deep,

urgent;

and the waiting hurts.

The absence wants filling—the rising of this sunken sap, the swelling of these hidden buds on their spindly wood.

The absence reminds me of what is lost, but will be again. And that is a frail frost-bitten hope, but it is hope.

And the absence leans away from the clipped cold winter,

anticipates and prays, hanging on in spite of,

and waits for spring.

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About apronheadlilly

wife and mother, musician, composer / poet, teacher, and observer of the world, flawed Christ-follower
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9 Responses to Waiting for Spring

  1. danitacahill says:

    Love your illustrated poetry, Lilly!

  2. Beautiful poem and images. I especially love the bud on the end of the branch. Nice composition and lighting. I too am longing for spring and fresh colors to photograph. You have demonstrated that you can find beauty in the dead of winter.

  3. dorannrule says:

    The photos say it all…. but then, the words say it all too. Perfect pairing.

  4. Lindy Lee says:

    You embrace the anticipation of spring with your well selected choices of words
    (& birds from other posts)…

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