HOW SPRING COMES TO THE EAST
Spring is a great breaking free,
Into a blur of muddy feet dancing
Whirling faster and faster
Going round & round & round
Like a sudden rainstorm pouring down
Upon the once spare and solitary ground
Where everything we knew or know,
Both little and large, is gripped hard
Held fast in a pair of weathered hands
By arms thrown out, flung high
In a great circle; turning all at once
A dark anchor becomes a bright kite!
By a wise and wild creature, who, at first leans back
And, then at some point, without warning, surprises
With a sharp and childlike twinkle in their eye.
By the slightest of simple gestures
(Which you and I will surely miss),
Spring — lets it all fly.
by John Fox
Invitation: “…simple gestures…”
For more on John Fox - Founder, The Institute for Poetic Medicine
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This poem by John Fox invites me to think of the season of spring in a new way, particularly after the dormancy of winter --- "Spring is a great breaking free." The green shoots, the wildflowers springing up, the perennial flowers returning in my front flower bed. It is resurrection, life returning before our eyes in nature.