The Tango – Randy Dinsmore
Witness the dance
Winter and Spring embraced in a wild hedonistic tango
Sparring like young quarreling lovers
The cold north wind howls
Ambivalent to relinquish its icy grip
Daffodils become willing sacrifices
Breaking through crusted earth covered in snow
Winter gives birth to melodious bird songs
Creation hums with new delights and
Spring is re-telling ancient stories
Dance inside the primordial dance
Abide in the dying and rebirth and
Rest in the thin spots
Make snow cream, drink some dandelion wine, and hitch a ride on the merry go round.
Reassurance – Randy Dismore
The pain from my bicycle wreck is like winter
I wonder if it will ever end
My aching bones and muscles pop and creak
Like ice on the Kentucky River
I need reassurance
I’m looking for the thin spots
The dim places where sacred and profane meet face to face and are reconciled
Where you know the ultimate mystery will whisper
“Spring is coming”
I listen and hear the myth retold and
I put on my red paisley shirt and
My dancing shoes and wait
Sometimes – Sheenagh Pugh
Sometimes things don’t go, after all,
from bad to worse. Some years, muscadel
faces down frost; green thrives; the crops don’t fail,
sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well.
A people sometimes will step back from war;
elect an honest man, decide they care
enough, that they can’t leave some stranger poor.
Some men become what they were born for.
Sometimes our best efforts do not go
amiss, sometimes we do as we meant to.
The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow
that seemed hard frozen: may it happen for you