Carol Alena Aronoff
Bio Note: I am a poet and retired psychologist, associate professor and Reiki master. I have been nominated twice for a Pushcart Prize and have published 4 chapbooks and 6 full-length poetry collections including Tapestry of Secrets, Cornsilk, and The Gift of Not Finding: Poems for Meditation. I currently live in rural Hawaii, working my land, writing and meditating in nature.
Spring is a witch in trollop’s clothing wearing white gloves to church. Demure as a schoolgirl, wild as unfettered joy. Uncontainable yet married to the limits of constellations watching from afar. No one wears a sunflower in their hair. Only sages sit by streams and whistle feathers. Spring has captured my spirit in her web of freedom and flung me to the outer reaches of Sylvanus’ lair. Contradictions run riot and where they come together and mix, small miracles bloom. Snowmelt, cold bluster, soft rain and strengthening sun conspire in the sweet fragrance of hyacinth. Mood swings and reveries, a sudden longing for strawberries and I am running for my seedlings and shovel. So much is germinating, waiting to burst forth beyond my usual reticence. Fairy grass is sprouting from my hair. Gardenias drape the hem of my cotton voile dress. I dance with tree sisters, chant with cardinals in the wind. Moving with the force of the season, I am once again untamed.
Of Hope and Despair
i wanted to follow hope down a narrow country road bordered on both sides by redwoods and fir, wanted to pay homage to sleeping seeds and the silent dead– to celebrate the innocence of field mice and ferrets. In the meadow ahead, the path dead ended. I curled beneath clumps of giant ferns; their lacy fronds sheltered me from wind and rain. Here, despair caught up with me, wanted to take root, to take my sorrow for the world, turn it into quicksand and ash. But sensitive branches nearby understood that I felt lost; they told me that I was free to dream a shape-shifting world where love rings out like church bells everywhere and kindness is offered like bridal bouquets.
©2022 Carol Alena Aronoff
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