Harbingers

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The potatoes know it’s spring.
In the cupboard,
shut away from light
they have begun
to sprout toward it.
Even in the dark
somehow they know.

In my kitchen yesterday
a lone ant and it’s not even May!
It seems spring
has been whispering to it.

Birds have been singing about it for weeks.

In my hunger for spring I ignored the signs,
dwelt on the chill rather than noticed
how the light grows longer with each day
the buds begin to swell,
green shoots pierce soil freshly freed of frost.

My impatient heart’s longing
deafened me, now I am reminded
by these humble whisperings.

Tasha Halpert

Sunset Musings

Image                                                                            Photo Copyright  Chris Lorenz 2013

 

Even as the sun sinks

I can almost taste the dawn.
Sunrise and sunset are mirrors
East and West reflecting:
Birth and death, two sides of a coin
Waving hello or goodbye, but waving.

When we die to one day, we are born to another.
When we are born, what do we leave behind?
Each dawn is a birth, each night a death,
I watch the sunset, wondering what the sunrise will bring.

As the light dwindles
Hemlock branches darken against the twilight sky.
As they sway, tracing their gentle dance
The dusk fades to night.
I watch the last sunset clouds
Grey and dissolve.
Tomorrow’s promise
Sings in the memory of the light.

                           Tasha Halpert

Leaves

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                                                                                                             Photo by Chris Lorenz
My days are leaves that grow
on the branches of my years.
I do not know their measure,
only their unfolding.

Beneath my feet leaves crackle:
days that unfurled, took in light
and dropped
to nurture roots and branches.

The ever changing self I know
is not twig, trunk or branches,
but the ephemeral leaves–
days, selves, unfolding

Tasha Halpert

March Madness

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Photo by Tasha Halpert

March wind speeds in my blood
asking
calling
hurry, scurry, thrust
against the old
cold unbending

winter crust.

I feel it in the air
break through
burst into light
lengthening
toward warmth not quite
achieved

yet it pulls green shoots
up through
thawing earth
toward the sun.

I too break through
frozen winter self
emerging
into the poignant
greenness
newly
born in
every
spring.

Tasha Halpert

Heartwings Love Notes 560: Getting Engaged

Heartwings says, “Getting engaged is a special experience.”

 

After nearly thirty three years of marriage, Stephen and I finally got engaged.  Stephen presented me with a diamond that had been his grandmother’s, which we had set in a new setting. I am so happy to wear it next to my wedding ring on the third finger of my left hand. It looks very sparkly there. I find my eye drawn to it as I go about my day.

 

Being engaged means being in touch, combining energies, experiencing the give and take of relationship. While there are lots of romantic notions about “getting engaged” its true meaning has more to do with deepening within a relationship than anything else. Normally it is the prelude to a wedding–one friend did ask us if we were going to get married again. I said, “no, once was enough.”

 

I loved our wedding. We were married on a sunny July day beneath a huge beech tree, with family and friends around us. I remember someone asking if we were going to have a tent and I said no, God would see to it that it didn’t rain on our wedding day. Of course it didn’t. At the time, Stephen had given me an engagement ring, but not a diamond. And that was fine with me. Stephen, however had always wanted me to have a diamond.

 

Over and above the traditional interpretation of getting engaged, there is the importance of the diamond. The giving of a diamond is a promise of more than love, friendship and commitment, it speaks of forever. The diamond is the hardest jewel of all, it will sustain when other stones crumble. The promise is about lasting. The symbolism is about forever.

 

When this stone turned up among a small collection of keepsakes Stephen had from his grandmother, he was excited to have it set in a ring for me. Back when we spoke our wedding vows, we had changed the wording from “’til death do us part” to “forever and ever.” The minister said, “do you know what you are saying?” we said “yes we do.” The new ring on my finger is a bold and beautiful statement of that promise. In its sparkle is the light of our everlasting future together.

 

May you find joy in whatever engagements you may experience.

 

Blessings and Best Regards, Tasha Halpert

 

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For My Husband, My Always Love

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Seeing you as you lean over

your back still straight and strong

your tallness apparent,

a place in my chest warms

as a wave of love moves through it–

The mill of time

refines us with its turning

churning our moments

into years and decades.

our days make a wheel

that turns with time’s flow

moving us

from then to when,

and we together

in the flow of our love

revolve

endlessly in the now.