March—ing from Bewilderment to Possibility

I watch for little signs of hope. I hear a new birdsong, a visitor to our feeder found his way and stopped. I wish I could hear more songs and less shouting, yelling, anger-filled voices.

February seems to revel in bewilderment, moving seamlessly from ice to gentle breezes, and then, lingering with day after day of cold, grey, gloomy days. What do you want to be? Then I see them—

The red buds
gently announce spring
pink blossoms

March comes storming in with hope and possibilities. I watch the ferocious wind sending last year’s leaves sailing across the fields. I wish the gale would send hate and anger disappearing into the ether. I want to replace it with more loving-kindness.

You may think me a fool or a cock-eyed optimist. In the midst of the bewilderment I sense a feeling that creeps up on me in strange and unexpected ways. I am not alone in straddling the known and unknown, but oh, the possibilities remain endless.

Trees sway, the wind howls
disoriented, confused
clouds break, nature speaks

I watch through my window the gentle rain soothing roots and seeds, urging them to burst forth. The gusts have worn themselves out. All I hear is the drum beat of drops against concrete. A steady heartbeat of nature’s making.

Daffodills
golden cups on stems
life unfurls

The world wants to hijack our hearts. Tell us lies about ourselves and others. What is the truth? Nature whispers a clue. The trees do not disparage one another. The bees and hummingbirds co-exist in a dance we do not understand. No matter.

The truth? We are all, birds, rocks, sky and star, humans in this together. Interconnected with silent threads we may never see.

Listen with your heart
birdsong, sunrise, days end
Earth tells another story

And a few words to ponder, hold securely, holding onto hope and possibility.

“I swear, I will not dishonor my soul with hatred,
but offer myself humbly as a guardian of nature,
as a healer of misery, as a messenger of wonder, as an architect of peace.
—Diane Ackerman

“I have decided to stick to love…Hate is too great a burden to bear.”
― Martin Luther King Jr.

Thanks to d’Verse Poets Pub and Frank J. Tassone for today’s Haibun, inspired by March Madness.

And always—