Dark Elegies   

Seeing the frozen soil,
I can believe in the grieving goddess,
Who withheld the season of rebirth
Until her stolen daughter's return.
This is a time of transition—
Of husbanding resources,
In papery bulbs of hyacinth and narcissus,
Until the Sun's rays penetrate the frost,
Releasing nutrients,
To be absorbed by fragile root hairs,
And channelled to growing shoots.
Still in the grips of winter,
An emotional vacuum
Caused by—a surfeit of love,
I find myself looking for signs of spring—
Swelling nodes on tree branches,
And wonder what it will be like—
To feel again.

© 2006 Adriana Davies