Spring mornings — they're in full swing here and I couldn't be more gleeful. I used to think of autumn as my favorite season, and maybe I still do. There's nothing like that first moment when you sense the heat of summer breaking apart, its shell cracking, and you embrace the respite to come, the cool breezes that will revive your summer-wilted self.
But the promises that come with spring offer a unique form of happiness. Everything is fresh and expansive, everything is possible. Both seasons offer their own brand of rebirth. A chance to embrace enormous changes, to dream up a future that looks different, could be different, will be different.
"O day — if I could cup my hands and drink of you," wrote Marion Strobel. Today is such a day. And everything in a weary world is possible.
Read more about Marion Strobel here.
Spring Morning
by Marion Strobel
O day—if I could cup my hands and drink of you,
And make this shining wonder be
A part of me!
O day! O day!
You lift and sway your colors on the sky
Till I am crushed with beauty. Why is there
More of reeling sunlit air
Than I can breathe? Why is there sound
In silence? Why is a singing wound
About each hour?
And perfume when there is no flower?
O day! O Day! How may I press
Nearer to loveliness?
(This poem is in the public domain.)
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9 comments:
I'd not seen this before, but really enoyed it. "O day, O day!" A love poem to spring!
"Crushed with beauty..." Such a lovely line in a lovely poem! Spring is my favorite for all these reasons. Thanks for sharing this poem.
This made me speechless. Himself and I have had a joke for years about drinking the weather... I was standing outside in a windstorm in Scotland, and a curious student told me I was mad. Well. One has been called worse. But, I just - loved the wildness and the cool edge of liquid to the upcoming storm, and I said it felt as if I could drink the very wind... and I've never seen a poem where someone else wanted to sip the natural world, and I feel very seen!
Happy Spring to you!
Reading this made me think of Joni Mitchell's I could drink a case of you. But better with spring!
" Why is there
More of reeling sunlit air
Than I can breathe?"
Oh that is an image! Perfection.
I think most everyone could shout at things that 'burst' alive these days of spring, Karen. I went to my Target this am, first time in about a week, and all along the turn-in lane that leads to it are full-blooming crab apples. They were not there last time! With the sun out, it was a joyful scene. Happy May!
This reminds me of that Edna St. Vincent Millay poem where she says something like, "Oh world, I cannot hold thee close enough." That one is about autumn. Lovely - thank you!
Thank you for allowing us to drink from Strobel's spring poetic cup, Karen! Lovely. :)
What a joyous celebration of being in nature!
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