Dear Haijin, visitors and travelers,
What a joy it was to make this 'ghost-writer'- week. Today we have our last 'ghost-writer' Bjorn Rudberg of Bjorn Brudberg's writings ... he has used the given prompt from our April-list 'Lingering Cold'.
I hope you all did enjoy this 'ghost-writing'- week and that you are looking forward to our next 'ghost-writing'- week in May. Here is Bjorn's post on "Lingering Cold".
YES, OF COURSE IT HURTS
Yes, of course it hurts when buds are breaking.Why else would the springtime falter?
Why would all our ardent longing
bind itself in frozen, bitter pallor?
After all, the bud was covered all the winter.
What new thing is it that bursts and wears?
Yes, of course it hurts when buds are breaking,
hurts for that which grows
and that which bars.
Yes, it is hard when drops are falling.Trembling with fear, and heavy hanging,
cleaving to the twig, and swelling, sliding -
weight draws them down, though they go on clinging.
Hard to be uncertain, afraid and divided,
hard to feel the depths attract and call,
yet sit fast and merely tremble -
hard to want to stay
and want to fall.
Then, when things are worst and nothing helpsthe tree's buds break as in rejoicing,
then, when no fear holds back any longer,
down in glitter go the twig's drops plunging,
forget that they were frightened by the new,
forget their fear before the flight unfurled -
feel for a second their greatest safety,
rest in that trust
that creates the world.
April is the blessing of sun’s kisses and frosty morning. It’s sudden back-lashes into winter and torrential rain. We have lingering cold and anticipation of warmer weather
To conclude this 'ghost-writer'-week I love to thank our ghost-writers, Jules, Managua, Ese, Belinda and Bjorn, for their effort to write a post. You were all great ... thank you!