The following poem was published in this year’s spring issue of The Avocet: A Journal of Nature Poetry. I wrote it several years ago while I was caring for my late husband, who was partially paralyzed by two strokes. You can read our story in My Ideal Partner: How I Met, Married, and Cared for the Man I Loved Despite Debilitating Odds. Click on the Play button below the poem to hear me read it. Enjoy, and stay positive now that spring has finally arrived.
Positive Thinking Amid Spring Misery
A cold wind blows.
Clouds hover, obscure sunlight.
“We can’t sit outside today,”
I tell my husband.
Confined to a wheelchair,
able to do little for himself,
he longs for the comfort of fresh air.
After an endless wait, the rain streams,
waters thirsty grass,
washes streets and sidewalks clean,
drums on roof tops,
fills the air with its fresh scent.
Tomorrow, the sun will come out of hiding.
Dark clouds and wind will disappear.
Hope will spring forth and revive.