By Judith Mensch, USA (Published in Issue 7) February Green
The picture on the calendar teases me with green grass Is this supposed to inspire me on the cold mid-winter day A day when the sky shows no sun The air reveals no warmth The ground unyielding in its cold
Where is this green grass located anyway I find no comfort in the knowing This green was captured in another season A season we are assured will return (just as it will leave again)
my soul is much too heavy today to be lifted to such hope-filled heights there is no green in me no life, of promise of it only an icy February stillness
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Rev. Judith Mensch served as a pastor in the United Methodist Church. She began writing poetry in the last years of her life, as a way of responding to and coping with breast cancer. She passed away in 2003.
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