In spring there is no thought
of being trapped in winter's guarding case -
attention, rather, focuses
on rising sap, where energy can stretch,
on what was promised
in the fall, and put to sleep,
and now awakens,
discovering its form, its destiny,
its place in time, the season of its place,
and what was sheathed unfurls
in unencumbered grace.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 10, 2023
These are fluid things,
silver, eager, bright -
they move quickly into any shape suggested.
When you observe their shape,
they take that image in,
use it to reinforce the picture,
make it seem more true
When you assign a cause,
a reason, a history,
they weave that in, too,
till you might think they had existence
independent of your thought,
might find them to comprise a solid obstacle
They mean no harm -
they live to serve -
they don't intend to trap you -
give them the guidance
to shape your truest hopes -
they'll shine them forth
in beauty and delight.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 8, 2023
Various choruses
are not surprised
at my thought coming round to you -
the time of year, they say,
the necessary reckoning ...
I don't know. Could be ...
I could choose to be
an old woman, sitting among my shards,
flickers of memories, glints of past light,
Or I could join you here in heart warmth -
what you have always given me,
what you give me still,
helping my ground to new, abundant, life.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 7, 2023
Tucked between the spans of rain
and the subtle give of spring,
where morning's chill yields sooner
and evening's chill comes later,
I find I can imagine ease,
where needed tasks make room for each other,
and we can grow abundance,
and manage it,
and bring the blessings in
and share them fully -
seeds can bring forth a hundredfold,
and as we learn their rhythms,
maybe we can, too.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 5, 2023
Every day has its moment of gold,
perhaps in the sky,
perhaps in the land,
perhaps in a true smile reflected back
or in the core warmth
of knowing who I am
This gold is not traded
but it is multiplied,
every time it is fully felt,
every time it is shared.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 3, 2023
The rain comes through
chased by sun,
again and again
like children at play
These trees stand glowing,
reddened from awakened sap,
starting to bud,
ready to leaf out,
their time not yet at hand,
but close. I feel the same.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 2, 2023
I took a moment to receive
the companionship of softly dripping skies,
and clouds illumined by some moon through them -
the quietness of being outside
as night rolls through the land
Inside, we have the light, the fire, the music,
and the same equilibrium smoothing everything,
filling the crags with smiles.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 1, 2023
