Canticle of the Blackberry Winter on Off the Wall Friday

I hope you will indulge me a bit as a take a very rare detour from my normal Art Quilt post.  Out of all the things I've ever made in my life the one that I'm most proud of is my daughter, Tessa.  Tessa is the kind of strong, independent girl young woman who wants to change the world for the better.   Tonight, her daddy and I had the pleasure of attending the literary festival at her school, Mercyhurst University where Tessa won 2nd prize for her short story.  She also had three poems accepted into the university's literary magazine so I thought I would share one of them here.

Canticle of the Blackberry Winter

Tessa Sayre

If I am any season, I am spring.

I am late twilight hours driving through dense fog spread like

tangible shadows under orange lamp posts.

I am morning birds outside your window chirping into

the afternoon sun. I am long drives home down roads swept

with magenta sun. On days when I am filled with volcanic

sand, I am spring storms that speak in thunder

and lash out in lightning - wind that bullfights trees and

makes grounded beings lose their gravity.

In this, there is freedom. There is unpredictability.

 There is hope.

Spring is the relief after months of chill and

sunlessness. It rattles the unlit house at midnight and greets

you with rain-loving crocuses in the morning. There is no

pressure for spring to be anything that it is not, for winter is

cold and summer is warm, but what is spring? It’s all in one.

Bare branches and verdant leaves, frosty Sundays

and breezy

fields, sunlight in puddles and rain on the dirt.
 She breathes

her goodbye to winter in a low whisper, but

sings her ever

joyful welcome to cloudless skies full

of song.

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