Lessons Of Spring - Poem by Hugh Cobb
Sky's so blue it could pierce your heart.
Fireball at its center slowly moves on its ancient way.
All in all, a day of striking beauty. A feast
for senses: warm, fragrant, life emerging
cell by cell, bursting into being:
a host of daffodills demands notice;
a few puffy clouds stand out against fierce, relentless blue.
How is it possible not to rejoice?
How can spirit not dance & sing?
Perhaps it is in knowing there are so few Springs remaining.
Is this the last your eyes may behold?
If so, then hold them more precious in your melancholy heart.
Do not mourn, for you are not yet numbered
among the shades in Elysium.
You still can feel the force of wind,
the breath of nature as your own.
Breathe in & taste life bursting
all flavors on your tongue... from sweetest to most acrid
& know the special blessing of each.
Do not despair your years.
Each is precious. Each is numbered:
as the hairs on your head or grains of sand on a beach.
Be still. Be one with life; one with Love
& though heart's chase may pass you by
remember loves foregone, the passion of each kiss
each caress, a gift forever in your spirit, held
for this time, this Spring.
Observe & bless each moment,
for each moment offers a chance
better to know your spirit
& the living part of All-That-Is you are.
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