“ It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.” – Rainer Maria Rilke
A winter walk two days after a fierce overnight snowfall left the air so cold, it carried the remnants of burnt wood on each inhale, its oxygen so pure among the tall cedars it left me lightheaded as I made my way to the rolling surf. The primordial sound of the forever waves invited new energy to rise from dormant places within, while an otherworldly call from a crow rose as if from the very sea itself, my eyes later finding it perched safely upon a series of glistening rocks adding to the ethereal atmosphere…how was I to know that this would be the final storm of the season, its stark beauty destined to be overtaken by lush green?
And yes, there is new growth erupting from winter-weary trees and bushes despite winter’s last stand with chubby robins congregating on newly verdant lawns, feasting upon unseen morsels while the crows and gulls wheel overhead beneath a crystalline sky. Brilliant sunshine and yellow witch hazel brighten the waning of this winter heralding warmer days to come…
I recently noticed a winter advertisement for the movie, “A Wrinkle in Time”, based upon the book by Madeleine L’Engle, prompting me to wander through our library’s digital catalogue to look for any titles I may have missed, having read so many of her books over the years. As a young adult her books kept me company in between shifts worked at a newly opened long term care facility as I navigated living on my own for the first time. Imagine my surprise to see a title I thought lost, a small novel belonging to a quintet, a “lost chronicle” now found. It’s called, “The Young Unicorns”, blending both fantasy and suspense in the always fascinating city of New York – her familiar pages now keeping me company each evening before spring’s lengthening light calls me away from cozier pursuits. There are small piles of sooty snow still to be found at the edges of the park even as cherry blossoms punctuate the last day of winter in delicate pink, yet another chronicle lost to time waiting for me to stumble upon it once again.