“Early Spring”

 

The “I Would Like to Be” Read-Aloud Poems 
four of twenty poems
 
“Early Spring”

 

                    The Frog

 

It would do me good to be a frog

 

sitting still

 

and still

 

and still.

 

Waiting,

 

trusting,

 

that Life will bring by a fly

 

or a mosquito,

 

that what I need to live, Life will offer.

 

I’ll sit alert

 

and confident;

 

I’ll practice trusting

 

in Whatever created me.

 

I’ll take time

 

to feel the warm sunlight,

 

the softness of water,

 

to hear the sounds of Life:

 

the hum of dragonflies,

 

waves lapping on the shore,

 

wind rustling through reeds,

 

a splashing fish.

 

I’ll sit so quiet and alert

 

That I won’t miss a single moment

 

of my beautiful life.

 

I want to be a frog

 

learning to be quiet

 

and alert

 

and trusting.
                    
       ***
 
 

          Skunk Cabbage

What fun to be a skunk cabbage!

 

Smells are one of Life’s delights.

 

Out in the bog

 

I could be a big, big leaf

 

unfolding from the smallest center,

 

reeking through with greenness,

 

ever bigger,

 

richer,

 

smellier.

 

Life makes many dainty whispers through the woods;

 

but bursting through decay,

 

I’d boldly say that winter’s done!

 

I’d call to all the hibernating woods:

 

“Wake up! Wake up, you sleeping ones.

 

Come alive and feel and smell and play again.”

 

As a skunk cabbage

 

I’d chase away the doldrums

 

and wake the woods from trance.

 

                         ***

 

                                 Buttercup

 

Oh, I want to be a buttercup! A buttercup! A buttercup!

 

O warm richness!

 

O passionate color!

 

O enthusiasm for Life!

 

I’ll plant myself by a watery place

 

and laugh for joy.

 

I’ll glory in the singing birds,

 

the humming bees, the busy pesky flies,

 

the dancing breeze.

 

And the sun’s salvation,

 

“Relish in the warmth of sun!”

 

my shining saffron face will sing.

 

“And don’t forget enthusiasm, passion.

 

Dance, swim, listen, sing, love,

 

feel and sense.

 

Celebrate like me,”

 

I’ll laugh, the cheerful buttercup!

                   ***

 
                        Jack-In-The Pulpit

 

It would be an honor to be a jack-in-the-pulpit,

 

oracle of the woods.

 

With my tri-leaf behind,

 

erect, serene,

 

I’ll wait.

 

From rich roots

 

through my straight stem

 

into my waiting cup

 

will flow wisdom from the Earth-Mother.

 

Whoever has the calm to sit before me,

 

to ask a question,

 

waiting,

 

to them I’ll speak,

 

and tell the truth.

 

Truth is solid ground,

 

fecund.

 

Standing straight and quiet I will speak.

 

Who sits up straight and calm and opens their own cup

 

will hear my thoughts.

 

We’ll nod to each respectfully,

 

and they’ll pass on,

 

while I will wait

 

to be again an oracle for Wisdom.

 

                  ***

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