The Gift

Another Spring

Plants push up

Through the cold damp soil

They just know when it is time

To push, and flower

And I think of all the springs I’ve seen

Pushed and flowered through

(And sometimes struggled through)

And I think of all the people

Who’ve been in my life

And I in theirs

Drifting in and drifting out

And it’s odd, at mid-life

To have more years behind

Than in front

But that’s okay

The years behind me

Live in me

And those ahead do not yet exist

The past is just that


The future is unwritten

A blank slate

For each one of us

Like a flower

Dormant after a long winter

The winter of yesterday

We get to push through

And reach for the sun

Each day


Pushing though



What we have is now

That is the gift

Now is the gift