WINTER LONGING
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.
--Rumi--
...throwing my curtains wide...
Love,
Delia
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.
--Rumi--
...throwing my curtains wide...
Love,
Delia
posted by Left-handed Trees... at 2:28 PM
10 Comments:
Lovely. And I know the blue skies this morning made me long for my sandles and swishing skirts.
Oh very soon.
My blog is back up and hopefully will turn to normal programming later this week.
how lovely,, and so true as we begin to long for springs "kiss".....xzvhstxr
February is the hardest month, I must admit. The cold is a bore, the sky rarely blue, nature frozen and still.
Yes, you put it perfectly. Roll on Spring.
Oh, yes, those are the longings!
such a beautiful poem.. just the words in needed to read today. and i hear you on longing for spring- i'm in that place too. i cannot wait and at times it gets so unseasonably mild that it feels as if spring is just around the corner. soon.
xoxo
throwing my curtains wide too ... the longings, oh the longings ... beautiful! :)
very nice. Just what I needed today. Thanks for sharing!
oh thank you for sharing this poem. it says everything i sometimes feel but don't know how to say.
Me.Too. I need the sunshine about now. Coffee alone ain't cuttin' it.
:)
although we have lovely weather all year pretty much in so cal, i have found myself longing for color. i scanned out yard for something to trim to bring indoors but came up empty handed. i had use a bowl of oranges to satify my desire for a splash of life!
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