Slow Ascension: A Poem for the Coming of Spring

By Mary Dezember
Author of stories and poetry as portals to possibilities.


When tight-lipped winter 

cracks a smile,

slants of sunlight

create the ‘scape.


Heaven’s window 

shades wave

as they twist in the wind,

and I long for memories I have 

yet to make.


I’m tired 

of the dizzying 

playground merry-go-round

or plans for transoceanic flights

or contemplating the big secret 

with its promise of an extra-celestial quest,

travel into the final unchartered territory. 


It’s welcoming Spring

to sit with me 

on my balcony

on my birthday

with my big love

purring 

pressed to my heart

that melts the sickles and scythes of ice 

and turns the sun shafts into gentle blades

reminiscent of, in our contentment,

claws grasping my skin

in tiny punctures 

of healing.


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