Welcome Spring!

 

Spring is upon us! I hope you are celebrating by soaking in the beautiful sights, sounds & smells of nature around you. Here is another poem from my collection, Spring Awakening: Poems.

Happy Spring! My photo – taken on a lakefront morning walk.

Spring Afternoon

Quiet birds chitter-chattering

leaves rustling, trees swaying gently

fat white clouds moving, drifting across the soft blue sky.

A wind catches my papers, blowing them across

freshly mown grass, the scent of it

heavy in the warm air.

Bright pink flowers blooming

a small green lizard climbing the chair

next to mine, creeping fast.

A breeze blows the empty swings

awaiting children

their sounds of laughter, squeals of delight

filling the April air

when the yellow school bus

arrives home.

Copyright Stacie Eirich March 20, 2017

Originally published April 18, 2016


Happy Springtime! Thank you for stopping by Space to Dream. Have a wonderful day! -Stacie

Love though the storm

 

I didn’t plan to write today, didn’t plan to share this blog post. But my pen found the page this morning as a solace needed from the storm, and my heart needs to share it with you.

The irony is that the last time wrote, I spoke of the beauty of Louisiana – the blue in its waters, sky and rain – and now, the flood waters rise again and that beauty is muted. Muted by devastated homes, stranded drivers and ruined by-ways. What song could I sing now, or poem could I write – that would tell of the sorrow and hope in this place? This is a place of strength, of resilience even in the brokenness. How many times must the people here, who call it home, pick themselves back up, re-making their lives against rising waters and battered homes? Their hearts broken, their spirits shadowed by a wind and rain.

I’ve written of Louisiana’s gentle rain – warm & sweet, cool & refreshing – yet there is another kind, its harsh, cruel sister rain. She thrashes against windowpanes, tearing down anything in her path and roaring through the streets like a hungry animal. When will she be sated?

We cry out in her midst for relief that seems to come only when her waters have broken the levees, rushed into our homes and claimed them for hers. We sing our prayers to a sky raining pain and raise our heads into a never-ending shower, it drowns and rinses us clean at the same time. Still we whisper our prayers to one another, joining in a hopeful chorus against her destruction. Like Christ we will rise again from the ashes in victory – to begin another day in this place. This place of tremendous sorrow, joy, and hope — Hope — HOPE! Enough to dance, to sing, to celebrate through the darkness and love through the storm.

Copyright August 14 2016 Stacie Eirich

*Note* Written for all my friends in southeast Louisiana whose lives are at this moment, as they’ve been before, being impacted by the rising flood waters. May we be resilient together, and persevere in this beautiful place we call home. Today may have sorrow in it, but it is our joy and hope that will see us through! With love —

*For a hope-filled poem written earlier this season, click on the title link below: Hope Rising.

Hope Rising

Hope Rising

Hope Rising

In my last poem, I wrote of turbulent waters, a ship breaking apart, her scattered remains and broken pieces floating to the bottom of a dark sea. I wanted to write Hope into it but found none.

Where does Hope come from? From the dawn? Does it wake with the sun or is it ever present in our hearts, even at death? Then there is God, bringer of Hope Eternal – Hope supernatural. But I’m talking about plain old everyday Hope, the kind that’s a small patch of light to take a step by. The kind that barely shows through our shutters, that’s just a thread. Even it is enough.

Hope Rising

Heart wakes, Hope rising

On wings of new dawn

Patches of light pulling

Easing through drifting clouds

Floating through the sparkling sea

Lifting, lighting my eyes

Opening its doors

Awakening in my soul, a passion

Threads of life stitched together by stars

Sun sparkling on the sandy shore of dreams.

RainbowsOfHope

Hope is the crystal blue of a mother’s eyes, the clear sky blue of a robin’s egg, a spring day. Hope is the sweet smell of cookies baking, warm chocolate chip. Hope is ice cream cones, warm blankets, soft feather pillows. Hope is comfort, home. Hope is also new, like just finished laundry smelling of lavender & cotton. Hope is fresh, wet ink on a crisp page.

Is there Hope in the sea, or does it belong only to the sky? Birds have it in flight, but fish swim fast and glide with it. A heart can glide & fly with even a small bit of Hope. “First star on the right and straight on till morn!” I hear Peter saying. Hope is imagination and colours, an entire rainbow full of them. A sky and universe so vast that no human could have created it.

And so I’m back to God, bringer of Hope, Ultimate Caretaker. We light candles for Hope Eternal but too quickly our tiny flames burn out, extinguished by an ever-present wind: Time. We return to the earth yet Hope remains, to wake again with the sun.

Copyright June 29 2016 Stacie Eirich 

Maya Angelou - Hope Quote