Nurturing Thursday: All Simple in the Springtime

The First Rose

The First Rose

 You Held On During the Dark

Time embrace the sweetness!


by Mary Oliver

a black bear
has just risen from sleep
and is staring

down the mountain.
All night
in the brisk and shallow restlessness
of early spring

I think of her,
her four black fists
flicking the gravel,
her tongue

like a red fire
touching the grass,
the cold water.
There is only one question:

how to love this world.
I think of her
like a black and leafy ledge

to sharpen her claws against
the silence
of the trees.
Whatever else

my life is
with its poems
and its music
and its glass cities,

it is also this dazzling darkness
down the mountain,
breathing and tasting;

all day I think of her—
her white teeth,
her wordlessness,
her perfect love.

I pull Mary Oliver’s Bear Poem out every year on the first day of Spring

every  year the bear comes down the mountain

claws sparking on the gravel

with her  questions  and her perfect love

and every year I know

I have pulled free of winter’s hold one more time.


Today is the first day of spring, or the vernal equinox, when the earth’s axis is aligned with the center of the sun. The word equinox comes from Latin: aequus means equal, level, or calm; nox means night, or darkness. The equinox, in spring or fall,is a time when the day and night are as close to equal as they ever are, and when the hours of night are exactly equal for people living equidistant from the equator either north or south.

Robert Frost wrote: ”

Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today;

And give us not to think so far away

As the uncertain harvest; keep us here

All simply in the springing of the year.”

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Wonder Wednesday: A Four Stone Haiku

-four stones

-four stones

Let Us Mark The End Of This Most Dramatic Winter

On the last day of winter I offer this humble image from my garden of four mossy stones.    I hope they might inspire poems or stories after their long silent wait on the cold damp ground.

Does anyone remember that Wonder Wednesday is a prompt? I will give you an Image to wonder about and when you have written or found an image to respond with, post your own Wonder Wednesday and link it with me, then share in comments for all to see.

Here’s mine I think it is a haiku 17 syllables anyway.

four mossy stones stand

holding back the storms

while advancing green

Springs forth!

Carol Carlisle

Now Go Forth and Rock and Roll

Happy Wonder Wednesday!

ps: you may use my photo as long as I am credited 

Poppies Popping Means Spring is Springing

Ever since my Sour Grass post people have been sharing  flower memories and lore galore, here’s a few:

Carolee from the SF Bay Area commented Sunday that as a child she and her friends  held a poppy under some ones chin and if it glowed   they liked butter. I told that story to a friend who grew up on the East Coast and she remembers doing the same thing. I grew up in the mid west and never heard of it. Has any one else played that game?

Cue Sound effects

Poppies pop  up in the foot prints of Persephone  as she steps out of the Underworld each Spring, that’s what I learned in Goddess class 101. She must be finding her way out early this year because poppies are already blooming on every hillside  in California.  Hmmm, I’m suddenly getting hungry for some butter and

tomorrow is Pie Day 3.14

get out your rolling pins…

Sleeping Beauty

Spring In The Valley

The mountain in the distance is named “the sleeping lady” Mount Tam

the valley near at hand is wide awake

I can hear the bees in the plum tree from where I stand

 willing witnesses to Spring bursting into view.

View of San Fransisco Bay from Moeser Lane El Cerrito, (little hill) CA