Although winter is waning, a residual dullness from the season of darkness and contemplation lingers. February is a tough month in the Midwest: springtime teases but frigid temperatures hold us hostage. Perhaps these lines, from Mary Oliver, naturalist and poet, may offer optimism and ease to you, as they do to me.
“Lines Written In The Days Of Growing Darkness,” by Mary Oliver.
Every year we have been
witness to it: how the world descends
into a rich mash, in order that
it may resume.
And therefore who would cry out to the petals on the ground to say,
knowing as we must,
how the vivacity of what was is married
to the vitality of what will be?
I don’t say
it’s easy, but
what else will do if the love one claims to have for the world
So let us go on, cheerfully enough,
this and every crisping day,
though the sun be swinging east,
and the ponds be cold and black,
and the sweets of the year be doomed.