Fragil Stems

Today after church a family invited me over for lunch and I got to sit outside because the weather is back up to fifty. I helped the woman work in the garden and I made faces at the cats who wanted to play with me even though I kept explaining to them that I am allergic and can't pet their soft-looking fur.

I've never really experienced spring, and I'd say that if this lack of sun and miserable half-hearted rain is Spring I could certainly do without it.  Still, watching those little plants try to poke through the surface was beautiful and exciting. There's something so freeing about working so close to the dirt.

Today was a really good day, refreshing, peaceful. I got to get off campus and forget about packing and schoolwork and finals and everything else in my life. It's been hard watching the people around me get so stressed. So many of my friends are facing huge choices and asking me for advice I can't give, and others just seem to be in various stages of falling apart. I think that's one thing I've learned from this first year of college. We're all falling apart, it's just a matter of how much and how noticeable.

Thank goodness for that One who can glue us back together, or just work on us through winter to make us completely new again come Spring. I just have to take a deep breath and believe that I can be some kind of beautiful flower.

Fragile Stems

We are fragile stems-
leftover from winter-

trying to grow. 

The wind blows,
rain forces us to bend,
the whole world
wants us to
fail.

One broken blade of grass
can't help another stand,
and yet I curve
toward you,
desperate to help
though
I can only watch you break.

We teeter here
in the blowing wind,
the lingering mud,
hoping
that we too
can be made new. 

Vermont in Spring

My mom mentioned that I should practice more structured writing as well and not just free verse. So I tried a Villanelle for today and feel very unsatisfied but decided to post it anyway. Also- disclaimer- I said we because it fit the rhythm and the attitude of Vermont as a whole- but I am wearing jeans and a t-shirt and am not- nor do I plan to be- skimpily dressed. It is warm, but my arms and legs are not bear.
Though this sun is marvelous and I am super excited to be able to wear dresses again without freezing. I just need to wind to die down first.
But anyway, here's a not so great poem about Spring.



Vermont in spring is hopeful shorts and dresses
The hobo coats abandoned for the hippies
Bare arms and legs and wild, wind-blown tresses

In spring us students live just as the sun says
Inside with downcast eyes- outside we're bubbly
Vermont in spring is hopeful shorts and dresses

Vermont in spring is crouching on wet grasses
While dew-ey trees are always, always dripping
Down arms and legs and Wild, wind-blown tresses

In spring it's like the sun itself has blessed us
We do not care our clothes are far too skimpy
Because this spring is hopeful shorts and dresses

We dance down to the lake for its caresses
And feel as wild as if we were tipsy
Bare arms and legs and wild wind swept tresses

The spring is ours, we're  free to make our choices
We'll watch the sun until our eyes are trippy
Vermont is spring is hopeful shorts and dresses
Bare arms and legs and wild, wind-swept tresses 

Spring

I didn't post yesterday! A million apologies! I really have no excuse but here's a poem anyway early Monday morning to make up for it.

Spring 

Sunshine

Fills my blood 

Like a healing poison

And floods out of my face

In a smile. 

I want the sunshine 

To last forever

And I want the spring

To come and stay. 

Perfection

Hallelujah, Christ is risen! I am so amazed today at what my Kind did for me in taking my sins upon his shoulders so that He could die for my wrongs and come back to life, victorious over death. I spent the day in a flurry of flowery dresses, Easter eggs, chocolate, and cute bunnies and lambs. I love Easter and the idea of Spring and fresh life and new starts.

Today I have a poem about Easter. I'm not actually all that happy with the poem, but the formatting was a lot of fun and such a powerful reminder. My God is everywhere, and in everything, and crazy as it seems He cares about me and my silly struggles through college. He goes through them all with me.

So, here, a poem to my Best Friend, First Love, and the King of my Soul: Happy Easter!

 I'm Perfection

 Imperfection

the gap pulls apart, tears Creator from creation

Eternal life falls away at a sin that brings death

 and a people once loved are abandoned to fear

Until He comes

Light becomes 

man with no sin

Faces death to

cross  the  gap

Bring the  light

back   into the

darkness.  sin.

He  is  victory

Death  has no

power  to kill.