if spring never comes

I am thankful for the many-faceted glass,

the bending panes through which I perceive my own shadow.

 

I am thankful for the ever-pouring rain

on a day I can’t bear to say stop or anything but

wait,  listen.

 

I am thankful for the unending consumption of ages,

the lore of hidden passageways and adrenaline without consequence

resounding in my head.

 

I am thankful for the tree pushing through my garden, forcing its

small weight, a statement, into the still air.

 

I am thankful for remembering, when others seem to forget.

 

I am thankful for that winter when I put my hand on yours and our roles were reversed and

I was so glad you were alive.

 

I am thankful for the suspension of time as I read in some ill-lighted place,

my shadow stuck close to me.

 

I am thankful for the opening of my eyes each time I blink in

tiny sorrowful gifts and I believe this,

no matter what.

 

I am thankful for the snow outside my window yesterday,

(though I forgot to say it)

and today, and tomorrow,

even if I’m not there to receive it.

 

I am thankful for the thought of receiving

against the backdrop of uncertain tomorrows.

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2 responses to “if spring never comes

  1. Reblogged this on yasniger and commented:
    I am thankful for the unending consumption of ages,

    Beautiful. I could almost sing these words like an opera part….
    “The lore of hidden passageways and adrenaline without consequence resounding in my head.”

  2. caallenblog

    Thank you so much! What a compliment!

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