May

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Springs Falls and Leaves

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As I get older, spring has long lost the adage of, “April showers, bring May flowers.” Even with the prospect of gray weather, the buoyancy of what spring is suppose to bring doesn’t really exist. And in reality, it’s just not that simple to do either.

During spring, flowers struggle to kiss the sun’s rays and colour and beautify the earth as the way we all want to hold on to the world all year long; full of colour, hope, beauty and honesty. But, somehow the clovers and dandelions race to suffocate the crocuses and lily of the valley in the annual awakening of life, which I have now come to realize what spring is really about: re-growth, not rebirth.

If in fall, we are to sleep, we are not to die. That is fall’s test. We are life adjusting to darkness, to quiet, to seeing life and all living things as it returns homeward, to be human, equals, even. Spring’s light is to warm us, warn us – to illuminate our environment, so even our mis-steps are purposeful, as we continue our way into becoming, being, living.

So why is it that now spring is also in the process of weeding? How is it that the same light it gives to all life for support come at the expense of others? Do we really need all living things in this world, good and bad, to know the difference? To create balance? Or is it just our dependence? And for those who need it, why haven’t we learned to take more than our share, if need be, to end up with an equal share? Why can’t spring see that? Why can’t spring see that equal distribution is given by unequal amounts?

All life is important. It is the exchange though, as we pass through and away from living, that questions the linearity of time, and of its purpose.

Maybe, it is for this reason, spring and fall, are the only two names of the four seasons, that are actually verbs and not nouns.

I propose a new poem to define what spring is really all about; Seconds, by Rae Armantrout. I am convinced, creation and the simplification of life in all its colour, honesty, beauty and light, can only stem from art.

IMAGE Expired | By ANS | 2008

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