Seasons

POETRY: March by Boris Pasternak

March 16, 2018

The sun is hotter than the top ledge in a steam bath; The ravine, crazed, is rampaging below. Spring—that corn-fed, husky milkmaid— Is busy at her chores with never a letup. The snow is wasting (pernicious anemia— See those branching veinlets of impotent blue?) Yet in the cowbarn life is burbling, steaming, And the tines of pitchforks simply glow with health. These days—these days, and these nights also! With eavesdrop thrumming its tattoos at noon, With icicles (cachectic!) hanging on to gables, And with the chattering of rills that never sleep! All doors are flung open—in stable and in cowbarn; Pigeons peck at oats fallen in the snow; And the culprit of all this and its life-begetter— The pile of manure—is pungent with [...]

LENTEN MEDITATION: Final Sanity by Phyllis Tickle

March 14, 2017

From: Wisdom in the Waiting: Spring’s Sacred Days The forty penitential weekdays and six Sundays that follow Mardi Gras and precede Easter are the days of greatest calm in the church’s year.  Since by long centuries of custom the date of Easter is annually determined from the first Sunday after the full moon on or after March 21, the intertwining of physical and spiritual seasons is virtually inevitable.  The resulting union of deep winter and holy preparation makes reflection, even penitence, a natural activity. One night years ago, toward the end of winter, there was a storm, a cold front shifting suddenly and dropping onto us with ferocity and winds that bent down the pine trees along the fence line.  Sometime after I [...]