are fed by
‘Tree of Life’.
I long to make
winter’s icy skin.
Hope is a force
Birch has a key.
Trees are made
Terry Tempest Williams, acclaimed author and naturalist helped me understand that hope is not something that one can call up at will, rather it is a kind of ‘field’ that one must enter by way of natural grace.
In Terry’s own words “Hope is a force field. It is not associated with either personal want or need.”
When I read these words I experienced revelation.
For the first time in my life I understand that hope is not an attitude I can cultivate; it is a form of grace that some have better access to than others.
This poem is an attempt to create space for hope during the advent of spring, understanding (and hopefully accepting) that the door may remain closed.
And perhaps most important, that I am not to blame if I am barred entrance.
BIO: Sara is a naturalist, ethologist (a person who studies animals in their natural habitats) (former) Jungian Pattern Analyst, and a writer. She publishes her work regularly in a number of different venues and is presently living in Maine.