“The Earth is Like A Child That Knows Poems”
“Spring has returned. The earth is like a child that knows poems.” – Rainer Maria Rilke.
March. March, March. The word sounds like spring. Like hope. Like the smell of thawing earth. The smell of renewal and something you can taste coming to an end. That was the way I began one of my most ‘liked’ blog posts. I’ve puzzled over the popularity of that post that was a simple tribute to spring, but I must have done so wrapped in the warmth of summer, or delighting in the first blanket of snow changing a dull brown yard to a magical white one, because if I’d thought about it at this stubborn time of year I might have grasped why it garnered so much attention. Its easier to understand its popularity today, and yesterday… and all the frozen days before – in this winter that refuses to give up its grasp.
As a collective my friends and family and even strangers around me are pleading that this March weather let go. The temperature rises from minus sixteen to minus eight and we want to cast off the heavy coats we are tired of, to turn our faces toward the afternoon sun ever so hopeful. There are still piles and piles of snow to melt before the hardiest crocus has a chance of pushing out of the earth. So maybe not this week or next but soon the words of this long ago well ‘liked’ post will come into play again:
7 thoughts on ““The Earth is Like A Child That Knows Poems””
I cannot wait for Spring. In Michigan, you never know when it will get here…it’s always a mystery.
Oh here too – in Calgary, Canada. It can seem so like spring one day and then back to winter the next!
beautiful. needed that today!
I’m happy that you said so!
Thank you – happy to oblige.
I love your writing! Spring makes my spirit soar ever year! Hugs, Mariaan.
Thanks Mariaan – hearing from you makes MY spirits soar. 🙂
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