March: a poem

“If there is light it will find you” – Charles Bukowski




Hope starts in small things

and becomes a river in spring –

the bright green pop

of a dandelion mandala

pushing up through the asphalt,

the cold March wind which says

hold on, brighter days are coming.

So maybe we live in dark times –

this morning the birds

and the crocus flowers

turned their faces to the sun

and sang, regardless.

Winter is tired.

She longs to lie down

in the arms of spring

among the sweet white blossoms

and the ripening buds of new beginnings.

There is sap rising up in the bones

of this body, this land:

this is where transformation comes,

where shoots grow from old roots.

So the wind blows,

maybe it brings change.

Hold on.


The idea for the opening lines of this poem came when I was standing on a bridge in the rain, looking at a river which had burst its banks after an early spring storm. I wondered at how the river, usually little more than a stream, had become an unstoppable force. It made me think about all the efforts people are making around the planet to create positive changes, to build “the more beautiful world our hearts know is possible” (Charles Eisenstein).

The poem is written in the spirit of honouring the land, the wheel of the year and the dynamic energies of the Spring Equinox, represented by the balance of light and dark, and the qualities of re-emergence, fertility and growth.

Alongside the despair and devastation, so much is changing and emerging in this moment. The poem is both offering and prayer for hope. It is intended as a dream for the world, for the wild places and for future generations. Whatever offerings you are making towards a bright future, may they become a river in spring. x

2 thoughts on “March: a poem

  1. This is such a beautiful poem, Caroline. I think I will use it for a prompt for my writers group when we meet next (which I do not know when that will be – the building is closed the rest of the month due to the coronavirus). By the way, I opened the writers group with your poem, Sanctuary, the last time I facilitated the writers group. It, too, is so simple yet profound. They loved it. 🙂

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