Spring Rehearsal
Birds chirping in rehearsal for spring
Bravely sweet as winter thaws,
and the grey film of unended winter
still covers the chilled earth.
Who am I to ask for proof
from the bones of trees
that they will rebirth
in flower, fruit, and fragrance.
Who am I to test
if life has given me enough
its bounty not apparent
in the way I see and ask
in layers of unbelief, downcast
Whether I sideline myself
In lack of wonder
about how drizzle transforms
to sparkling dew-light
and buried bulbs into daffodil trumpets
its gifts are always emerging,
its beauty is the outcome of being
strong and pure, true to its essence,
bravely sweet -trusting what is
hidden but emerging.
By Lisa Perskie
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