While the world comes back to life in spring, so strongly that cherry blossoms bloom on bare branches and crocus sprout from nude earth, there is a downside that few people see or imagine. It takes great reserves of energy to initiate a year's growth; however not everything has that energy. Some animals and plants are too weary after winter's hibernation to face the rigors of spring. Instead of life renewed, they enter the afterlife.
This is a truism I learned this year and it's a side to spring I never expected. In previous years I was full of vigor: excited and energized by the sun after a long dark winter. This year, I feel the pull from receding winter. I understand the family members and friends lost to past springs. The disparate sensations at a memorial last year: still-cool air on my skin while the sun warmed black-tight-clad legs, were a physical metaphor for spring's abundant yet demanding gifts. This year I feel bare, insufficient in my efforts to absorb and store the sun’s warmth. Instead of spring hurtling me into summer, I push myself forward, as though stealing energy from the sun as it rises higher in the sky each day. This year I fear for loved ones who may prove unequal to spring's demands.
|Courtesy of Randy Kochis, kochis.net|
Bittersweet. Evocative. Resonates.ReplyDelete