The Withering Spring

spring_by_digithalie-d8ivric

 

They have tried to tell me

What I am to do

Who I am to be

To this world

 

They ask of me

To do what no one else

Knows how to do

Simply

Because of

My name

 

After cold has cut

The hope of buds and bulbs

After wind has shaken

Trees naked and left them

Blackened from the frost

 

After snow has smothered

Every blade of grass

And sent the creatures

Of the wood into a sleep

Which consumes nearly half

Their lives

 

They call upon me

 

I am to melt the cold and frost

I am to raise the dead

And nourish the forest

And save the soil

From the bitterness of Winter

 

But what if I feel weak?
What if I no longer can stir

Warmth back into the wind?

What if my breath is not strong enough

To blow away the clouds from the sun?

 

What if I wither?

Then who can they call upon?
Who if not I

Can ease away the ice and snow?

The Summer is too harsh

Too sudden

For the gentle

Sowing of my Spring

 

The Fall is too weary

Too burdened

For the heavy

Raising of life out the earth

 

The Winter is too stubborn

Too relentless

For the mercy

Of letting go

 

And if the Summer won’t soften

And the Fall won’t liven

And the Winter won’t give in

 

Then I

The withering Spring

Must begin

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