With gratitude to dear sister Amina Janet from whose blog I am copying this.
Instructions on Not Giving Up
by Ada Limòn
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 rain, it is the greening of 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 slick leaf unfurling like a fist to an open palm.
I’ll take it all.
❤️