Tuesday, June 22, 2021

Slice of Life Tuesday: Not Giving Up

Sometimes someone else's words help most.


Instructions on Not Giving Up
Ada Limón

More than the fuchsia funnels breaking out
of the crabapple tree, more than the neighbor’s
almost obscene display of cherry limbs shoving
their cotton candy-colored blossoms to the slate
sky of Spring rains, it’s the greening of the trees
that really gets to me. When all the shock of white
and taffy, the world’s baubles and trinkets, leave
the pavement strewn with the confetti of aftermath,
the leaves come. Patient, plodding, a green skin
growing over whatever winter did to us, a return
to the strange idea of continuous living despite
the mess of us, the hurt, the empty. Fine then,
I’ll take it, the tree seems to say, a new slick leaf
unfurling like a fist to an open palm, I’ll take it all.


I wrote some about this poem here.  


Sally said...

Your writing allows me to see it so well. Lots to think about as nature is such a strong metaphor. Thanks for sharing.

Carol Varsalona said...

What a beautiful, descriptive poem, Ruth. Thanks for sharing.