Poetry of the Year - March

With a new broom in hand,
the Goddess of Spring returns
to sweep through our house,
waking us from winter’s dream,
as the wheel of the year turns.
Father Sun is in the sky,
yet his warmth does not reach
our hopeful, upturned faces.

A darkling bird begins to sing,
her nest is almost finished,
hidden and sheltered from
the roaring rain that rages on,
as March arrives like a lion.
Wake up, wake up dear poet,
explorer of tall tree stories,
listen to the voice of spring!

Behold the dancing daffodil,
wild soul in green and gold,
heavenly love-star of March
who brightens our heart
as her golden petals unfold.
From pregnant darkness
she must push up and out,
into spring’s sudden softness.

Beyond nature’s revolving door,
we follow Persephone’s path,
rising from beneath the earth
to a profusion of primroses
and her Mother’s loving arms.
Reunited, above and below,
we embrace our divine nature
as March departs like a lamb.

Copyright © Deborah Gregory 2019

20 thoughts on “March

  1. Exquisite and inspiring–on this snowy day in New York State when another blast of arctic air in the forecast with – 15 C temperatures and wild winds. We’re tired of winter here and, like last year, the cold doesn’t seem inclined to soften into a hint of April. I love the photo you used. I love the hope you share. You help me watch for hints of Persephone’s Ascent from swollen buds and longer days. You remind me of the yellows and greens that will return here soon and nesting birds (not yet). You remind me that under the snow, the mosses green, daffodils stir, and the trout lilies send up tentative shoots to test the temperature and the light. It’s coming. It’s coming. They teach me patience every year.

    (I’m becoming well trained to expect a poem from you on the first day of each month. Thank you for the gifts of beauty and hope.)

    1. Thank you so much Elaine for your generous, kind-hearted response to my new poem! With temperatures way below zero and having to tolerate unrelenting artic conditions, no wonder you’re tired of winter now! Let alone still recovering from your recent surgery. Watching for hints of Persephone’s ascent, oh my Goddess I love that! Next time I visit the woods, I’ll tell my friends this is exactly what I’m doing. The photo is awesome, I just love what “Boiarski” wrote about “crown shyness” … if you haven’t seen it, I’ve retweeted it on my profile page.

      I’ve just returned from a long woodland walk where (in hindsight I realise) I spent most of my time looking for “Persephone’s ascent” and there were Her signs everywhere from the flowering wild daffodils, to bird nests high up in trees and then later to blankets of green bluebells shoots that’ve magically spread over vast areas of the woodland floor. I’m going to try to post my poems on the first day but occasionally it may end up on the second day of each month. Sending you much love and light across the oceans between us, Deborah.

  2. I remember many years ago when our patio was full of leaves dust and grime and I needed to give it a serious sweep before guests arrived. A friend said she loved sweeping and would do the task. Why? I asked – she said that sweeping was soulful – sweeping away, leaving fresh and clean … so now I love sweeping when called on to do so especially when the rains seem to weep and leave detritus behind .. so I sweep while the seasons sweep in … and the sky weeps with its rains and thunderstorms.

    A beautiful post dear Poet … may your Spring bring you bounty and a bounce in your step. I feel the energy of your prose. Now that March is here, I welcome the autumn as it begins its long sleep and the shadows lengthen.

    1. Thank you so much Susan for your lovely, sweeping reply! For all that talk of soulful sweeping has now literally swept me off my feet! Your recent comment (on the “Colours” post) about the “honest labour” of housework really struck a chord and so a new poetic broom was called for this month! For myself, I love the joy and simplicity of housework, gardening and cooking and struggle to understand how being outside doesn’t fill everyone’s heart with joy.

      Last night I watched a beautiful film called, “Roma” directed by Alfonso Cuarón, which follows the life of a live-in housekeeper who works for a middle-class family. If you wanted to explore your “sweeping” theme further, I highly recommend you watch this enthralling film. On a similar theme Sufi’s are known as “sweepers” as they shine and polish their own and other’s hearts. In the words of Shabistari, “If there were no sweepers in the world, the world would be buried in dust.”

      Such beautiful, poetic descriptions throughout dear poet! May your autumn bring you the harvest of the season and richness to your generous heart! Sending you much love and light across the oceans between us, Deborah.

      1. Sufi’s and sweeping – how lovely is that – thank you dear Deborah and for the reminder of honest labour! I’d forgotten that for the moment.

        Wasn’t Roma wonderful! Each image – of that dear woman working so lovingly –

        I’ll imagine our trip tomorrow back to Plett as we sweep our way through the long drive – seriously long. And a jolly good sleep at the end of it – ooops, maybe that sounds a bit morbid. Not that kind of sleep … a refreshing one with the sea and sand in view.

        1. I’m so pleased to hear that you’ve seen “Roma” already Susan! I was dazzled and still am by the film. Have a wonderful trip back to Plettenberg Bay tomorrow and thank you so much for reminding me how joyful “sweeping” can be! Sea & sand, sound perfect to me, (the very opposite for Elaine!) oh and a good book to read! x

  3. I love this poem Deborah, its so uplifting and beautifully worded – the Goddess of Spring returns indeed and the signs are all around us.

    Suddenly Daffodils are abundant; the tops of trees are looking fuller by the day with buds that are near bursting point and the early mornings full of birdsong. I noticed only yesterday a rookery that has looked forlorn over the cold months of winter suddenly filled with Rooks ready to nest again…so heartening to see these signs of the wheel turning to March and towards the Spring Equinox.

    “Reunited above and below we embrace our Divine Nature” – an apt description of our return to the light. Thank you as always Deborah, many blessings, Sophia

    1. Thank you so much Sophia for your beautiful, kind-hearted reply! I’m pulling on my walking boots (as we speak) and will be heading back out to the woods and wild flowering daffodils shortly. I can’t wait, hopefully the sun will break though too!

      Rookeries are amazing aren’t they! Sometimes with up to thirty nests clumped together in one tree. Yes, the heart-warming morning chorus has begun! Spring is certainly in the air and finally I feel that I can push myself up, out of winter’s pregnant darkness.

      Okay, I’m off! Have a lovely weekend. Warm and wild blessings, Deborah.

  4. I salute you dear Deborah! Gorgeously penned, you make perfect word choices with clear, memorable images. Reading back, I notice you use the same structure – can I ask why?

    1. Hello stranger! It’s lovely to see you here, thank you so much for hopping over from the other place! You’re very kind, thank you! Re: the structure, I always seem to do that when I start a new series of poems. (This series starts with my “Welcome Mother Light” poem) It’s funny, it’s quite unlike me otherwise but when I wrote out my “Fool’s (Tarot) Journey” I did the same thing and followed a deliberate, shaped structure with each poem. I find doing so holds my interest more and challenges me as a writer! Hopefully that makes some sense … ha-ha! if any at all … from one poet to another! Warm and wild blessings, Deborah.

  5. Good morning Deborah, what a wonderful poem. “From pregnant darkness she must push up and out…..” the way you write is compelling. It is true what you say about the sun. Sending love and best wishes.

    1. Thank you so much mariquitta for your lovely reply to my poem this morning! Re: the sun, we’ve just had the most amazing sunny weather here in the UK but today it’s back to grey, overcast skies. I can hardly believe we’re in March, surely it was only Christmas last week! Warm and wild blessings, Deborah.

  6. Wow, awe, love. You describe March well. It’s time for us all to wake up!!

    From spring cleaning to dancing daffodils to a profusion of primroses, the light and song of spring is upon us. Btw great use of the old farmer’s proverb, ‘March arrives likes a lion and leaves like a lamb’ and making it your own.

    Your ‘Poetry of the Year’ series is cleaning my mind and stirring my soul to action. HF

    1. Aww, thank you so much Henry for your truly poetic reply! “The light and song of spring!” is just beautiful and deeply soulful! I hope you’re still enjoying your creative writing class and writing even more poetry and short stories now. Yes, I came across that old proverb a couple of weeks ago … hmm, it was sitting on an empty page waiting for spring to come. Warm and wild blessings, Deborah.

  7. This is beautifully penned Deborah and a joy to read. Great b&w photo, the tree tops do look like broom heads. Spring, and the return of Persephone is certainly upon us. Looking forward to your “April” poem and hearing the cuckoo next month, Wordsworth’s darling of spring. All the best, Anna.

    1. Thank you so much Anna for your beautiful comment! Yes, (tall tree) broom-heads indeed, well that’s what I thought when I looked up and saw them yesterday! I write down the date in my diary each year when I first hear the cuckoo, last year it wasn’t until the end of April I heard his call. Don’t worry I won’t forget him in my next poem! Oh, and which Wordsworth poem are you referring too? Pray tell! Warm and wild blessings, Deborah.

        1. Oh my goddess Anna! That’s pure synchronicity as Aladin thanked me thrice! You couldn’t make it up! And as for Wordsworth, the poem is exquisite, thank you so much for including the link, much appreciated! Love and light, Deborah.

    1. Aww, thank you so much Aladin! What a wonderful, kind-hearted response to my new poem! Many thanks for sharing it on Twitter and FaceBook, much appreciated. Warm and wild blessings, Deborah.

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