Late spring snow

Today I felt the sky
the grass,

how it took the snow
that burdened
each blossomed branch,

pulled the water
through its
thin throat,

drank and grew,
greened and

stood and
straightened its
slender hands upward.

Today I felt the grass
the sky,

loving the storm
as much as
the sun.

And all around blossoms

doffing their snowy caps,
turning their soft faces toward
whatever might come.



  1. slukwago · · Reply

    Beautiful poem, Rafiki. I echo what Leah said. Really captures Spring. Thank you. And a delight to read you again. Thank you for this new post on your blog. I have missed your reflections


    1. Aww. Thanks, Rafiki. It is sweet to have one’s absence noted, and one’s presence appreciated.


  2. Beautiful Cate.


    1. Thank you, kindly!


  3. Wonderful, really captures spring!

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    1. Thank you, Leah!


  4. Accepting, yes – but commending! Love that emphasis. Challenges become nurture (if we humans will let them!)


    1. We humans are rather obstinate, aren’t we? 🙂 Thanks, Jazz. Nice to see your smiling face, even in miniature.

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  5. Mary Montoya · · Reply

    I love this! And my heart is gladdened reading it. It feels like trusting and being nourished by the life we have, in all its uncertainty, in all our vulnerability. Receiving it, being the wonder and tumult of it. Much appreciation for what you write Cate.


    1. “The wonder and tumult.” Just so. Thank you, my friend!


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