This little poem seems perfect for the start of springtime, and it's about hope, my favorite theme:
HORSES AT MIDNIGHT WITHOUT A MOON by Jack Gilbert
Our heart wanders
lost in the dark woods.
Our dream
wrestles in the castle of doubt.
But there's music
in us. Hope is pushed down,
but the angel
flies up again taking us with her.
The summer
mornings begin inch by inch
while we sleep,
and walk with us later
as long-legged
beauty through
the dirty
streets. It is no surprise
that danger and
suffering surround us.
What astonishes
is the singing.
We know the
horses are there in the dark
meadow because we
can smell them,
can hear them
breathing.
Our spirit
persists like a man struggling
through the
frozen valley
who suddenly
smells flowers
and realizes the
snow is melting
out of sight on
top of the mountain,
knows that spring
has begun.
Ah! Lovely! Happy first day of Spring!
Posted by: Bossy Betty | March 20, 2010 at 01:16 PM