We humans act similarly to adapt to culture. Yet, we see the world in such different ways. The more sensitive the being, the richer the view.

Reader James Lee Worrell of Prosper, Texas is not only a superb singer but he has tuned up his appreciation of the world in other ways, including by writing. He kindly shared some of his poetry & I picked this one for you. Clearly, it is timely. Thank you, James. 

Thank you also to Kevin Krisher, for the photograph of crocuses rising into spring in front of my grandparents former home, 409 Washington Avenue in Elyria, Ohio. 

Echoes Of Early Spring

The snow had a shadowy

Stain of palest lavender.

Gently digging

Revealed hidden

Crocus not folded, but open,

Resplendent under ice capped snow.

Blooming unattended then fifty years,

They survive the gardener and trees.

A gentle legacy of quiet beauty,

She would be pleased.

How does something so delicate

Survive cold and time?

What are its limits?

We swim in a sea of miracles

Streaming by and seldom noticed.

Our understanding limited by finite

Senses and poor ability to ask

Perceptive questions