Slice of Life Challenge #Day 28
I don’t pretend to understand T. S. Eliot and his poetry very well, but when one of his poems (part of the Four Quartets) popped up in my emails the other day, I read through it to try and fathom some meaning. Suddenly I was struck by some of its lines that somehow seemed to relate to this current crisis. They speak of a midwinter spring coming too early, followed by snow blooming like blossom on the hedges, that later on will be covered with real may blossom.
Midwinter spring is its own season…..
If you came this way,
Taking the route you would be likely to take
From the place you would be likely to come from,
If you came this way in may time, you would find the hedges
White again, in May, with voluptuary sweetness.
So this is my thoughts on our current ‘midwinter spring being its own season’
I think we are caught in a midwinter spring that alarms
Is it here to stay or will tomorrow bring a fresh freeze?
Footsteps cannot be retraced but can we learn from the pattern?
Are we about to step on treacherous ice, or dangerous soil?
Can we lift our eyes defiantly and see how nature deceives?
Can we boldly step onto fresh terrain and pick up the challenge?
Yes, I believe we can, I am sure of it,
We must pick up the pace without actually moving.
We need to confront and stand firm and hold our gaze
Until we look up and find the hedges white again with the sweet scent of may.