Getting the Mail, April 4 in Minnesota

by Anne Peek | Apr 8, 2024 | affinity, beauty, body wisdom, breath, connection, earth, expansion, gardens, harmony, heart, home, hope, joy, life-giving, light, memoir, modern life, nature, rejuvenation, seasons, senses, spirit, spring, surprise, tenderness, Uncategorized, wonder | 4 comments

Steel blue door, sealed to cozy us mammals within

opens with a deep sigh—SWOOSH—

a startle of cold,

a brilliant white shout,

singing in the sun amid patchy dirt and bedraggled stalks—the fist crocus!

Grinning, chest suddenly warm with fluttering,

I make my way down the driveway,

open the black metal box and

slide the sheaf of slippery, tired-white envelopes into my fist.

Turn to the garden,

moist dirt under my crocs,

yes—Mega-crocus, luminous—

and a shyer violet companion!

This letter from Earth the most precious mail

AEP

4 Comments

Nancy Schwartz on April 10, 2024 at 8:46 am

Anne, I enjoyed how you move us from cold hard metal to soft fertile spring time. Beautiful!
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- Anne Peek on April 10, 2024 at 9:19 am
  
  Thank you Nancy!
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Kate O’Neill on April 9, 2024 at 9:56 am

I love this poem, Anne!! It perfectly captures the surprise and delight of the first flowers of Spring!
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- Anne Peek on April 9, 2024 at 10:32 am
  
  Thanks Kate!
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Welcome to Whisperings

“There is a place where words are born of silence,
A place where the whispers of the heart arise.”
— Rumi

I will ponder here what whispers to me in the silence. I’d love for you to whisper back; maybe we will all get clearer—or maybe, like in the old kids’ game of “telephone” we will end up somewhere else entirely (which would be fun too)