By the Blossom Stunned, the Season Caught

by sibyllene   Apr 27, 2011

We were not born in a storm.
There were no heavy-browed,
glooming clouds to herald us - nothing
we could strain to see from miles away.

Our passage was marked quietly
in the furtive growth of buds, in whispers of green
hidden under leaf rot, bundled away and stretching
until they could not be contained.

I gazed blindly and saw only rough spines of bare branches.
I stopped my ears and heard only falling snow.
I was steeped in winter, as bulbs quickened around me
and fought their way to breath.

I did not know I loved you
until the moment I was startled awake
by the cascade of life around me, already
(For how many months? For how many years?)
caught in the full rush of fecund bloom.

We were raised up as naturally as a spring shower:
drops fitting into pits so easily,
heat so tuned to my skin-

and so here I am
naked to all the seasons and
soaked right down
to the marrow.

I was shocked to find
it was raining at all-

that it had been raining this whole time.


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  • 7 years ago

    by Narphangu

    Congrats, Sibby!

  • 7 years ago

    by Aureus Argentum

    This poem is beautiful.
    Although, I'll be really honest,

    When I read

    "(For how many months? For how many years?)"

    It created an unnecessary pause for me, and I think the poem reads better without that line. Just my opinion.

    Beautiful poem!

  • 7 years ago

    by silvershoes

    Wow, this is breath-taking. Reminds me of Jeff... funny how love can fall into your lap and it takes a while to realize it's there looking up at you with big puppy dog eyes :)

    "and fought their way to breath"

    ^ did you mean "breathe" ?

    Lovely write per usual.

  • 7 years ago

    by Britt

    Congrats on your win!

  • 7 years ago

    by Britt

    I've read this poem many times and am trying to think of a way to appropriately comment. The only thing I can think of is how amazing your words are. Your poetry tells such a vivid and intriguing story, and when you break up its by bits, all I can do is allow the beauty of those words to sink in. Every time I read this poem I get a new feeling, a new thought, a new idea from it. You're an inspiration.