The calendar would tell me it is Spring.
The view outside my window
speaks a different truth.
Temperatures well below normal
call for down jackets, warm wools, fleece.
But in here, in this heart
there has been a slow melting
a drawing close to the flame
and no external storm can silence His invitation
My beloved speaks and says to me: “Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away; for lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth, the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land. The fig tree puts forth its figs, and the vines are in blossom; they give forth fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away. Song of Solomon 2:10-13
So shall I go
bravely, boldly
into a Spring not yet seen
but spirit known
and never alone
shall I inhale the sweetest blossoms
