First of all, we have to thank the weather today. It is perfect, currently 66 degrees at 10:30 am. Which is not a usual thing for us, even in April. Sunshine in Portland is something we all appreciate. We understand the meaning behind blue skies ahead. Or, my favorite and more usual weather pattern, the rainbow weather. Rainbow weather has special light, it can be noted out of the corner of the eye, if one is someone attuned to rainbow searching. I am not really a rainbow chaser but they have always been a theme, a reminder to me of the absolute magic one can find even on a rainy day.
I have vivid memories of driving through a rainbow and was told by my most rainbow experted (I think this deserves to be a word) friend that it was impossible, until he did it too, this year on St. Patricks, my birthday. He came by later that day with a card and wine to tell his tale. His understanding of now losing a radiator after driving through one myself with a friend outside of Sisters, OR was much more empathetic and we both now have more respect for water and light’s way of somehow enveloping you if you happen to be driving at a slight angle down. Sometimes, like finding four leaf clovers you aren’t always looking up.
So, here is my tribute to Spring in Portland. It was so nice to have the weather force me outside.
Once Again
Once Again, I found myself crushing pink petals
my feet, bouncing, in beat with my dog
their feet bounding and stopping erratically
overwhelmed by the ground cover
once again,
scented of blossoming and fruited
new growth
yellow stems bursting from the concrete and steel
barriers none
once again
pretending the highway noise
is our own beach
whooshing ear prefers the balance of sound
It has always amused
how folks work so differently.
I am a need sound around, quiet will not do.
once again
I am breaking through the spoon drawers
and boiling more water for tea
I am the tiniest of roots breaking
into huge blooms and bright colors.
marching right through my season
and barefoot still entering
every day like its new.
once again,
i have not forgotten one of you.
like spring I can return with ease
to the feeling of giddiness and carefree
the moment when nothing needs to be discussed
trust is only intuition
finding it’s way always back
to the blooms of spring
soon leaves..