The sandhill cranes returned this week,
in graceful formations that cut through the fog
and gray skies. Surprised, I heard their muted
trumpet calls and turned to welcome them.
The sandhill cranes returned, and robins, rain,
and willow green, too, and tulips poking through,
and like one who waits for the sight of a soldier
descending the hill towards home, when things
I’ve missed return again, the sharp pain of yearning
releases a thousand blossoms of something like hope
to bloom in the world I still imagine possible: peace,
perhaps–families sure of their footing, and safe,
the integrity of justice clean and certain as breath.
I bow to our Earth, that still takes time to renew
love’s promises, delivering old friends, flying back
like memories of better days, sounding good news
to hold in my heart against the coming storms.
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4 thoughts on “When Things I’ve Missed Return”
I loved your poem, so beautiful and tender. Loved the photos too, it’s always lovely seeing the birds return. Yikes, those skies sure do look intimidating! Love and hugs to all.xxxx
Can you believe it’s over 22 Celsius today???! Back down to chilly tomorrow, but what a leap to summer during the past 24 hours.
Thanks for your kind words. Yes, that was a wonderfully dramatic rainstorm a couple of years ago. I loved the colors; it really didn’t follow through with as much drama as it suggested it might.
Hugs to all in your sweet kin-dom. Joy to your week! XO
P.s can’t wait to get your new book.xxx
Oh, how kind you are! I’m excited to hear what you think of it, my talented artist friend!