Sweet Yellow of Remembering
The light! The flowers! The heart!
I am filled with love as a great tree with the wind, as a sponge with the ocean, as a great life with suffering, as time with death.
— “I AM FILLED WITH LOVE” by Anna Swirszczynska
Lonely, whispering and aching spring; sweet yellow of remembering.
You dream of flowers breaking through the long legs of giants rendered in concrete. Celandine, primrose, daffodil. Old friends you could not forget.
Sleep has taken and released you. Your dreams fall back into memory, and you awaken to the flowers that you thought of all the long, cold winter through.
You are a body gently prostrate beneath shifting clouds; a new dawn falling down around your ears. The returning tide of the light presses sweet and mellow against your cheek, as slow birds drift across wide, pale skies of new morning.
Day equal to night. Blue falling against grey. Green rupturing through brown. And you—happy and free like the child you once were, and always shall be.
Happy Spring Equinox, dearest readers. Thank you for being here. And thank goodness the light has returned. Oh, how we need it! How the heart sings!
So comfortingly beautiful ❤️