The Resistance


It’s slow
waiting for life to return
and cold
so cold underground
Still we push
break our own hardened shells
stretch a blade to the sun
or to the place it should be.

It used to be there.

First days are hardest
sun shies behind clouds
wind slices through tender leaves
We shiver and shudder
even hurt each other
crowding to warmth’s return.

We grow an inch higher
then freeze in place
Another whisper of Spring
another inch higher
We gather strength in good soil
wait for hope to invite growth
for joy to return
where we thought pain would win.

We fight through numbness
remember how to flower
feed on those who came before
those who lay down after their struggle
whose memories feed us now
as we rise toward the joys
the persistence of Life.


About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
This entry was posted in Free verse, Gardening, Patience, Poetry, Politics, Spring, Uncategorized, Winter. Bookmark the permalink.

2 Responses to The Resistance

  1. rita kowats says:

    Snow flurries for ten minutes just now on Seattle…”freeze in place.” You’ve captured it perfectly.

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