Once again, the earth teaches me. While the winter was only dreaming of retiring for the Spring, the Lenten Rose was rising strong, and with it came this poem.
Hellebore
The Lenten Rose lifts its deep head
through last year’s fall
and frozen ground
Is anything cleaner than this pure silence?
The Dark? perhaps,
Forgiveness.
Grief.
When did you begin
to lift your purple heart?
Allison Rennie 2016