move the clocks!
Let the daylight stretch into the afternoon
like a sleepy cat
But this spring feels late–
the snow lingers in patches,
though sobbed on by rain,
and grimly threatens to return
in mid-March flurries.
One wishes it was weather
more suited for blizzards
from Dairy Queen
but the chill damp air
crushes dreams of summer.
Undaunted we spring forward,
planning spring in our dining room–
filling every ledge and shelftop
with seedlings and sprouting things
baby bok choi and alyssum flowers
peas and beans with their bright green leaves–
tiny banners raised in triumph against the grey.
We are even sprouting an avocado —
its plump brown pit skewered by toothpicks
and half-submerged in water.
Every day I look with delight at the long white root
shooting out like a streak of hope
and if spring won’t leap with you,
give it a push!
Here is a rainy afternoon poem by my oldest daughter, who is 9:
Rain and Nature
The rain drops like manna in Moses’ time.
It’s a gift sent from God, my Lord divine.
The rain gives the flowers a new beginning.
They burst open in colour,
like the song birds are singing.
A dewdrop will do for a beautiful crown,
on top of a flower that grows in the ground.