Status Updates From Letters from Maine: Poems

After a winter's silence
I feel the shock of spring.
My breath warms like the sun,
Melts ice, bursts into song.
So when that inner one
Gives life back the power
To rise up and push through,
There's nothing to it.
We simply have to do it,
As snowdrops know
When snowdrops flower.

It is harder to see what one sees
Than anyone knows.
Monet knew, spent a lifetime
Trying to undazzle the light
And pin it down.

Faces at the window
Am I never to be without you?
Cries for help in the night
Am I never to sleep?

I have no more springs
No living water
For your spent wells,
I am stiff and frozen
In the winter ice.

It is time I heard
My own voice weeing,
Felt the warm tears
Of absolution
On my icy cheek.
It is time you let me sleep.

. . . she looks for a woman who has suffered
And become like gold, the dross beaten out,
As round and whole as a wedding ring. . .

I must not go back to the murderous past
Nor force a passage through to some safe landing,
But float upon this moment of communion
Entranced, astonished by pure understanding--
Passionate love dissolved like summer snow.

Really resonates with me and my current preoccupations