Mid Spring

MID-SPRING It is mid-May, Mid the welcome of spring’s changes all Over the norther hemisphere; Amid still growing joy with strolls through Parks and fields, admiring the all Of after Winter, And here, still growing in our own ways, We live: The long blooming mass of babies (born after 1945); We,the vigorous, overwhelming, well-meaning, Once new generation, now with Slower action or being taken on the avenues In wheelchairs through This year’s disturbing Spring With its news of impending environmental Crisis, wars, injustice, And pandemic hatred and illness. Here I may be seen by the wayside, abloom at The end of an ambitious, climbing vine of Morning Glory. There! Off the topmost Dried-throughout branch Of a magnificent, ancient, gnarly tree, Which cradles me I pray from here —— Hanging confidently at the tip Of Glory’s vine, Against the mid-day’s sun at its highest. So, Squinting, maybe see me against The blanched-blue sky, Ever close to the promise of God — Dangling, reaching On sweetly…down, trying To keep a longer hold Onto my rising fragrance. The full area of my petals’ centers appears Still whiter than the higher clouds, despite My contours maybe trying to edge brown And curl. In the traveling breezes, I do not always Even seem to feel my pleasant bobbing On these warmer airs; Nor with each dawn do I seem to feel Quite as bright, or light or spry.Yet To and in Nature’s eye, I Remain here aflight — Even ‘tho, yes, on a vine, Observing the earth, keen For the surprise Of some sprout bursting With awesome strength To push aside then out Free from under a stone, Using its force against the greater mass, In a motion To find its unique Space of light for life. ————————————————————————————————————————- (c) sally young eslinger 6/3/22 Thanks be to God In thanksgiving for my family, friends and my brothers/sisters on PoetrySoup … Thanks for all well wishes & your prayers as I face my surgery 6/7…Hugs!