3/23/11

A frost in Spring cuts short impatient growth,

Those buds which strive too ardently to be.

This chill conveys a warning to us both,

Lest we press our advance too eagerly.

And yet, my heart goes with those brazen plants,

Who rose ambitiously in Spring’s first light, 

Who broke new ground to rise and take their chance,

Their swift emergence stilled by chill and ice.

To know of nature is to be afraid,

For chaos is the hallmark she portends.

Though caution is consulted most our days,

We must dream past our winters now and then.

A frost in Spring reminds to seize the day,

To know the danger and bloom anyway.