Thoughts About Spring

Four writers from the collective, Wise Women Write share thoughts about Spring and creating space for light. 

Beauty of Spring

Amel Tafsout

After so many weeks of rain, I feel revived by these first spring days. The sky is wearing its azureus color, and the trees are waking up from their sleep. In one day, they transformed themselves, dressed in their most magnificent shimmering leaves and letting their blossoms burst to celebrate the awakening. The lawns covered with fresh grass look like a velvet jade carpet of bright green with tiny wildflowers. People are coming out of their homes starting to work on their garden making sure to decorate them with the gorgeous colorful flowers. Singing Birds are flying, interacting with each other, and announcing that the spring is back. I love seeing the tree blossoms in white and pink; the tulip tree rising, opening its gorgeous pink blossoms looking like bells of silk petals.

The weeping willows are wearing their lacy leaves, bending on a small lake giving shade to everyone. Why do they have such a sad name? I would call them the lacey whispering willow. Life is back, joy is here. My heart is open. Let’s breathe the spring breeze!

Anne B. Jeffries

The cherry Blossoms

Lilt white around their edges

Pink tunneling down

Silky plum petals

Spiral towards their soft centers

Brown stamens stand up

Lynnea Paxton-Honn

New blooms in this vintage yard – surprises. Tiny white blossoms climb the wire fabric draping the cement wall. Clusters light the drab gray. “Look,” I say, “Look, we have new blooms!” I am excited. Every Spring the yard presents us with something brilliant and new – a treasure missed by the weed whacker or mower. The soil is so moist, and nutrient filled, home to earthworms accidentally uncovered as weeds are pulled.

I am entranced, enchanted, bewitched, charmed, enamored.

AV Singer

Bumble bees

Connect dot to dot

Flower to flower

Not a care

About dallying visitors

They earn their name.

Honey bees

Make plans

Hovering

Deciding, diving

Or flying elsewhere

Unceasing, determined.

I pause  

Sit on my walnut stump

Mesmerized warm

By sunshine

Lulled by beesong

The exquisite dance

Brings peace.

Peace

Follows me indoors

Baby lemon trees

Stretch on a windowsill

Safely sprouted in 

An empty Toasted Nori container.

A young grapefruit tree

Reminds me with

A sweet scent of citrus

I am thirsty now.

Please water me.

I counsel

A tiny avocado

Growing next to an older

Brother

I am going to trim you

Right here 

Be prepared.

Nature

Inside and out

Becomes my family

My heart swells with love

Love for bees

Love for trees

Love for Spring.

Simplify to Amplify

Amel Tafsout

All my life I moved to various places, cities, and countries. I packed and unpacked, repacked then packed, repacked and unpacked again. I needed to get rid of so much, pieces of memories, giving books and clothes away, leaving furniture behind. What an amazing feeling to be able to do so. I remember my nomadic ancestors, who had nothing, they faced hardship and challenging weather and managed to live with less. The feeling of simplifying my life starts with having less.

I never heard the term “hoarding” until I came to the US. Why keep so much stuff when it would be great to let other people in need enjoy it, and feel the freedom to have less?

Having the flood in my storage unit enabled me to release more stuff.

The more I give things away, the more I amplify my life. I feel light, free, and at peace. My life is amplified with my memories and my life experience. That is what I will take with me. Loving people, beautiful moments, laughter, and kindness.

Anne B. Jeffries

A jutting cliff edge

My body the narrow ledge

Itself

Nothing beside

Or above

Or below 

Except

Everything 

The sea, a perpetual cycle of depth and layer

All metaphors exhausted

The sky

A wide, domed light show that shoots 

Gulls across its face

All the previous noise released as music

Lynnea Paxton-Honn

How could she get this across to her audience? Such a big concept – PEACE. Too many words just detract – words create unrest as brains worry to get understanding.

PEACE

Even one thought can distort the unity and cohesion of PEACE.

PEACE is unconditional Love. Is that too simple? PEACE is not the absence of antagonism but the fullness of Joy. It is our true HOME –  our infinite, eternal  dwelling space.

AV Singer

Pesky fleas jump. Their burning bites instigate a purge, an urge to rid this house, and consequently my mind, of all that no longer matters.

Demented flies swim upside down across the newly serene floors in a mad attempt to capture my attention. “Persist, adapt, transform.”

I text my children. “I feel a burning desire to simplify.” They’ve seen it before, this need to get rid of dusty, outgrown treasures to amplify Light.

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