A Pacific Northwest native, I have been writing poetry over 40 years. My poems reflect a woman’s journey through the later years, with recurring themes of loss and renewal.
HYACINTHS BENEATH THE SNOW
Cathy Ross
The cold continues.
I grow desperate.
Frantic for green
I take to forcing
bulbs in china bowls,
pretending plastic leaves
are alive. Still winter’s ice
creeps down the walls,
all is frozen, silent dead.
By day
I search for hyacinths
beneath the snow,
by night
I steal down
to the lake, light candles
in the fallen pine cones,
set them burning on the water,
watch their small defiant fires
floating in the dark.
To read previously published Cathy Ross poem, click here
I love this
Peefectly captures my feelings in the long Plain winters!
In Seattle I always felt hope when the Primroses popped up around Valentine’s Day.
The underlying theme comes out loud and clear -“light and life” are unstoppable forces in the world.
Roger Lageschulte