Spring lies dormant, hidden, a baby in womb,
I wonder did she struggle?
Buried in December, deep in winter’s tomb,
Nourished by another, did she struggle?
Breaking through the night with inaudible sound,
I wake to see she survived a struggle
Some beauty short lived I look around,
Now compassionate to those who struggle
I, Cesarean born, lifted gently I’ve found,
It is better to struggle
Spring, you teach me too soon we return to the ground,
Tell me, is it worth the struggle?
My Lord then whispers, for this I was crowned,
The reason I came is for your struggle
I too had a birth, a short span, then a tomb,
But I rose for you and your struggle
Many blooms may fall, yet some last summer long
A time set for each in his struggle
Now I hear Spring’s jubilant song,
Her beauty, the reward of her struggle
dVerse.poetspub.com. GAY Reiser Cannon, exploring the Ghazal, is asking I struggle through and think deeper to understand this art form. I appreciate her observations and her motivations.
Here is my second attempt to expose my internal, emotional and spiritual connections.
