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.
in the brisk and shallow restlessness
of early spring
I think of her,
her four black fists
flicking the gravel,
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
of the trees.
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 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.”
Frequent Contributors to Nurturing Thursday:
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
Now Go Forth and Rock and Roll
Happy Wonder Wednesday!
ps: you may use my photo as long as I am credited
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?
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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…
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