Sunday, March 23, 2008

Easter In My Garden ...

Though the gods have the power of speech
more often they choose a flower or plant:
elder leaves pressed on a blotter,
or spring buds emerging from a winter stem

These messages they send--
so ordinary we usually miss them:
an easy laughter and lightness,
or legs casually crossed and touching

The way a serpentine dike blends seamlessly into bedrock
or the way two possible lovers move,
starting and stopping, passing and pausing
on an April trail

The subtlest oracles are always the most obvious--
seeing what is clearly in front of us the most difficult:
a butterfly hatching from a ruptured dream,
or a splintered tree rooting in the soil where it fell

found in The Secret Teaching of Plants,
by Stephen Harrod Buhner

All images © Joan Z. Rough, 2008


marja-leena said...

Gorgeous! Your spring is further ahead than ours. Hope your Easter has been a happy one!

Becca said...

So beauteous! Thanks for sharing your bit of brightened my (still snowy!) morning :)

Lucy said...

Beautiful, liquid spring sun.