Monday, March 10, 2014

Mondays are for Grace

Between Winter and Spring

That weary time that comes between
The last snow and the earliest green!
One barren clod the wide fields lie,
And all our comfort is the sky.

We know the sap is in the tree, --
That life at buried roots must be;
Yet dreary is the earth we tread,
As if her very soul were dead.

Before the dawn the darkest hour,
The blank and chill before the flower!
Beauty prepares this background gray
Whereon her loveliest tints to lay.

Ah, patience! ere we dream of it,
Spring's fair new gospel will be writ.
Look up! good only can befall,
While heaven is at the heart of all!

-- Lucy Larcom
in Spring: a Spiritual Biography of the Season


Pom Pom said...

It's true! The sky is the comfort right now.

christina wall said...

I love that poem! How accurately it describes "right now." Ahh...

christinelaennec said...

How very beautiful. And yes, the sky is the comfort at this time of year.