by Paul Blaney
In order to provoke wonder
A miracle must both be novel
And manifest itself at the appropriate rate,
Neither so quick as to escape notice
Nor too slowly lest the
(Wedding guests tread sober home to bed).
So the miracle of spring is overlooked
Being both annual and a long time in the making,
That time the stretch of winter’s spangled cloth which,
Withdrawn in slow motion without drum-roll
To reveal lambs and furry buds
And snowmelt streams,
Is met with more relief than applause.
#1 by Cath Barton on February 8, 2011 - 8:11 am
That was a sweet start to my day.
#2 by S de Assaf on February 8, 2011 - 8:16 am
Beautiful handling of words, lovely evocation of the mystery and miracle of Spring.
#3 by Jennifer walmsley on February 8, 2011 - 8:22 am
Lovely gentle prose.
#4 by Sandra Davies on February 8, 2011 - 8:27 am
Having spotted a clump of snowdrops on my way to buy a paper this morning, I can vouch for the slowness of its approach – sweet and enjoyable, this.
#5 by Leah on February 8, 2011 - 8:29 am
Well-timed and each word well-placed. The end phrase made me nod with appreciation.
#6 by Simon T on February 9, 2011 - 3:08 pm
Love this! I will appreciate spring as a miracle this year…