It isn’t quite spring yet here in the frozen north, but you can smell it on the breeze. The springtemperatures are slightly above freezing, the wind has lost its frosty bite. More of the locals are venturing out, still bundled against the cold, soaking up every moment of sun.

Yesterday was Earth Day, and I’ve very much enjoyed reading all the articles and blog posts about the many ways people observed and celebrated the day. I find it interesting that so many view the Earth as something to consider on the cusp of our lives: recycle, plant a tree, turn off the lights in empty rooms.

While these are all good practices, I think we should remember that we are a part of the Earth, and it is a part of us. Maintaining the attitude that we are a small part of a large system reminds us how important it is to do our part.

April is also National Poetry Month, and I’ve been filling my days with such beautiful words. Here is a lovely, fitting poem.

There Is Another Sky

There is another sky,
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there;
Never mind faded forests, Austin,
Never mind silent fields –
Here is a little forest,
Whose leaf is ever green;
Here is a brighter garden,
Where not a frost has been;
In its unfading flowers
I hear the bright bee hum:
Prithee, my brother,
Into my garden come!

– Emily Dickinson


Rain and Poems

It’s been unseasonably warm over the past week, but along with the heat came rain, thanks to the tropical storms coming up the coast. Rainy days aren’t much good for reading outdoors, but the sticky heat is a very good excuse to forgo the clothing and just sit in bed with a good book.

I have to admit, the weather has zapped me of all energy. You know those days when the air just seems heavy, and picking up your coffee cup is a chore? I decided not to fight it today. I crawled out of the covers long enough to turn the fan on high, then climbed back onto the bed and grabbed my book.

Short, sad poems have gotten me through these lazy, hazy days. This morning the sun managed to slip it’s way through the clouds, and I’m hopeful that I will soon be outdoors again. It won’t be long before Jack Frost chases away the last of the warmth, and the long winter begins. I would love just a few more days to feel the sun on my skin as I read.

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This poem is one that stayed with me this morning. Beautiful and sad, it seems to suit the weather.

I Am Not Yours

I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.

Oh plunge me deep in love — put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.

-Sara Teasdale