Thursday, March 22, 2012

Bigger Picture Moments: The Green

The water is gray as it falls, with no point of light coaxing it into prettiness.  And it's a quiet sort of dull -- if there is beauty, it's there in the shush of constant rainfall on sodden ground.  The quiet of a thousand falling drops meeting with finality on the grass.  It's not the falling that makes a sound -- it's the impact at the end.


I stand at the window, trying to distinguish the clouds from the rain.  Because surely there's a place where gray rain and gray clouds can accentuate one another.  Become separate and distinct.  But that place doesn't appear until it's too late: a darkened forest backdrop highlights the shape of rain just before it meets the ground.

Across the yard, across the street, the last of the white blossoms on a tree have given way to timid green.  The rest of the world is still shades of brown with lifelessness, but the tree is stretching out quietly.  And on its flimsy upper branches, a scarlet cardinal sits in silence.  He does not meld into the clouds.  He is not hidden within the leaves.  He is startling and impossible in the gloom of the day. His feathers must be entirely soaked.  A blanket of heaviness, forcing him to rest.

I look closer, squinting through sheets of clouded air.  I expect him to ruffle and bluster, to insulate himself against the wetness falling all around.  But he is upright and impervious.  Sleek. 

Then, I smile.  He has started singing. 

Who cheer! who cheer! whee, whee, whee, whee --

I would swear that he enjoys the gray rain.  He is still perched there when I become bored and walk away.  Back into the boisterous life of a house full of children.  Nothing gray about that.


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On the fourth day, I guard my eyes from the sunrise.  It peeks over the eastern hill, streaking a horizontal spotlight onto the trees behind my bedroom window.  At first, it is only the treetops that are bathed in the glow.  Slowly, the minutes pass and the glow falls, touching the high and the low alike -- the world is awake. 

But for all the beauty of the watery light, it is not the sky or the sun that has made me pause. 

It is the green. 

The clovered floor before the forest, the spring bulbs shooting blades high, the carpet of green speckled with tiny purple and white flowers, the blush of lime over all but the most stalwart of oaken varieties -- it is the green.


While I wallowed and moaned, the world was changing colors.

Perhaps the cardinal knew it.  Saw the beauty in the green-nourishing gray. 

I breathe in the lush promise of spring.  It is here.




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11 comments:

  1. This is beautifully written ~ I was drawn in, swallowed up in the scenery and joyfully tuned in to those last words. Just lovely.

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  2. Thank you, Adrienne! I so want to be able to draw you in, so I'm glad you were!

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  3. And my blogging crush continues, Sarah. This made my post on spring sound child like. I just adored this. So beautiful! And that picture!!! Ethereal. Oh, it just blew me away. I love the soft focus and the lightness it portrays. It is perfect. Just like this piece.

    Perfect! :)

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    1. Oh, Alita -- you are a beautifully poignant writer! I'm glad you liked my post, though, and the picture too. I loved the bit of blue visible in the blurry sky. Sadly, the sunshine melted back behind clouds again later in the day, but this captured the morning entirely :)

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  4. That's exactly what I couldn't help but notice as we rolled back into town today....everything is green!! I love Spring!!

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    1. Me too! Now Justin needs to mow, though :)

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  5. Such a beautiful, pulling post. Perhaps he did know all along. But, today, apparently, he shared that secret with you. Love how you pulled this all together.

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    1. Thank you, Hy -- sometimes I wonder what I'm missing by not connecting the dots all around me, you know? But that cardinal was too bright to miss!

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  6. YUM! I wish I had more erudite words in response, but this post just makes me melt in the deliciousness of spring arriving, slipping in like stealth while we were busy watching something else. Love it.

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    1. I'd say 'melt in the deliciousness' is tactile enough to leave erudition by the wayside, happily :) I'm so glad you enjoyed it!

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Hmm...And how did that make you FEEL?