Sign of Inner Spring
Every year the pussy willows
astonish me with their willingness
to be soft in a time when the rest
of the world is stick-ish and harsh and bare.
Sometimes softness is the key to survival.
I search for it in myself—the courage
to shed the hard shell I thought would protect me,
to shuck the hard shell that no longer fits,
and I marvel as something new emerges,
soft as pussy willows, something practical
I can bring to the world,
this vulnerable, practical hope.
You are leading the way … may we all get past our fear/resistance to these changes and on with adapting in productive ways … our responses matter! Especially our attitudes.
I believe it so much, friend … our responses matter. The pussy willows leading the way!!!
Wonderful. You are an inspiration
thank you, Caroline–the pussy willows are an inspiration!!
Rosemerry, your gentle, evocative poetry soothes and calms my soul. I’m grateful for your gift with words and the way it spreads hope to others. May it become more contagious than the virus we’re all battling with! Blessings. 🙂 x
Joy, thank you. Yes, may we all spread hope to each other. A blessed contagion of hope.
Wouldn’t that be wonderful?! I actually wrote a book called Embracing Hope last year, little knowing just how much hope would become a life raft for our souls in times like this.
Bless you for this. I’ve been stick-ish and bare. You help me look for signs of inner spring.
Oh friend, I, too, have been stick-ish and bare. Thank heavens for the wisdom of the pussy willows.