Poem for Sunday: Revival

by Emma Bell




Do not be astonished when nature thrives.
Days may go by without the sharp relief of
trees and sun. Bright light is fickle.
Water is longed for, to feed the frozen earth.
Yet Larkin’s leaves unfurl. Basho’s plum trees
blossom. The fire god moves in the sky and
makes herself known, breathing warmth on the skin.
Even the shards of the human heart,
having been cleaved apart, will let life in
in glimpses, will let tiny flowers grow
most carefully, until they have the strength

to thumb their noses at the tearing wind.

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