submitted by guilbeau@augsburg.edu
Seeing all the plants pushing through the earth, the flowers opening, buds on the trees, birds
singing, and the color green painting the leaves everywhere…..gives me hope and delight. I thought of a favorite poem to share with you. BE WELL. Nancy Guilbeault – CWC
After a Winter’s Silence
Along the terrace wall
Snowdrops have pushed through
hard ice, making a pool.
Delicate stems now show
White bells as though
The force, the thrust to flower
Were nothing at all.
Who gives them the power?
After a winter’s silence
I feel the shock of spring.
My breath warms like the sun,
Melts ice, bursts into song,
So when that inner one
Gives life back the power
To rise up and push through,
There’s nothing to it.
We simply have to do it,
As snowdrops know
When snowdrops flower.
by May Sarton