Stephen Fuller *** Poetry, Essays

A Fine Cider Toast Reflection Day Three The Willows Didn’t Bud but Eugi’s Prompt was Glorious

The willows didn’t bud. However, you can feel their wanting to do so as you walk past them. Their branches hang to commune with the rest of the verdure throbbing the air with a desire to push through the decay yellow and compost brown of winter nearing its past. I am ready, too.

I don’t hang to commune, I bend at the knees and thank them for giving me no complaints. Observed from the right angle spring can almost be seen emerging.

Not quite, but just quite enough to connect to the hope the robins flew in yesterday.

Dystopia, today, feels like the calm in the eye of the hurricane. A sailor knows to beware, a landlubber at sea might be lulled to security.

I don’t feel secure, but I do feel the abundance around me waiting to emerge and embrace every sense I have.

Like a child around the corner readied to jump out at an unsuspecting parent or maybe that immediate moment right after the jump, this fright we feel is really just temporary cosmetics for the laughter that will ensue after we catch our breath and our heart beats become regular.

A brief chat via text with my brother informs me he is in lockdown. Never news I’d have thought would bring relief. It does. This is for sure just that immediate moment after the child jumps.

The willow didn’t bud, but it will. Like breath will be caught. Like heartbeats will become regular. And it will be Glorious.

In response to Eugi’s prompt: https://amanpan.com/2020/03/15/eugis-weekly-prompt-glorious-march-16-2020/

I return to my animal friend, we shall call him Horse, for now, with apples
And collect trash in the emptied bag from along the roadside on the way home

13 Responses to “A Fine Cider Toast Reflection Day Three The Willows Didn’t Bud but Eugi’s Prompt was Glorious”

  1. -Eugenia

    Awesome write! I feel many can relate to this. Not feeling secure and wondering what’s next. Concerned about loved ones that are far away and our only contact is via phone or internet.

    And the buds. they may feel the stress of the world assaulting the air but they will pull through giving us hope. Nature and animals “get it” whereas the human race complicates everything.

    I love your photos and thanks for participating. I am trying to select only positive words as prompts.

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    • Stephen

      I am really enjoying both your prompts and having this approach. I hope that people read and relate and the more positive reflection wins out over the hysteria.

      You are, as always, wicked awesome Eugi!

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