“I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes.” e. e. cummings*
Thankfully, there is blue sky today, and above freezing temperatures. Snow still blankets much of the ground. I am watching a robin rest in the branches of a tree in the neighbours’ yard beyond the window of my office. He seems confused, tail bobbing in irritated stabs. He is asking, “Where is spring? Where are the green, growing, gladdening things that coincide with my arrival?” Even his song is not the bubbling joy of being alive and announcing the glory of another season. Rather I hear protest and alarm, as if winter is an intruder into the space of his territory not unlike another male threatening the security of worms and bugs and nest and family.
I, another of God’s creatures, am asking the same questions. Winter has been soooooooooooooooooooo long this year, snow on the ground early October and here in almost mid April, it stubbornly reflects brightly the sun of lengthening days. Snow is forecast for the weekend. AGAIN!?? <sigh> Well, naturally, as I have to travel north for a meeting that I am not entirely prepared for. (The photo is LAST year’s spring!)
*Coincidentially I used this poem in the Easter Sermon