Last week, Morgaine over at Carolina Homespun invited us all to take part in the fourth annual (silent) Poetry Reading to celebrate the feast of Brigid. Even older than Brigid is Imbolc. Today we celebrate Spring, the return of hope and look forward to the end of winter.
So, for that, I give you my favorite poet.
Early Spring - Rainer Maria Rilke
Harshness vanished. A sudden softness
has replaced the meadows' wintry grey.
Little rivulets of water changed
their singing accents. Tendernesses,
hesitantly, reach toward the earth
from space, and country lanes are showing
these unexpected subtle risings
that find expression in the empty trees.
Off to China. Posting when I'm able.