There comes a time each winter season, usually by February's arrival, where I find myself longing for springtime like a forgotten lover...hungry for rain and green, for fresh blossoms, for the gathering slant of light. Today, that bittersweet pull has found me--and today I have found a poem which says all that I cannot about the pull of the coming magic of spring.
Some Kiss We Want
There is some kiss we want
with our whole lives, the touch of
spirit on the body. Seawater
begs the pearl to break its shell.
And the lily, how passionately
it needs some wild darling! At
night, I open the window and ask
the moon to come and press its
face against mine. Breathe into
me. Close the language-door and
open the love window. The moon
won't use the door, only the window.
...throwing my curtains wide...