The poem below is an exploration of spring in Southern Ontario, Canada where I live. It draws a parallel between the rebirth of the earth and of my soul, for I believe in reincarnation. It also draws a connection between flowers breaking through the soft earth and my caesarean birth. Ultimately, the poem ends with a juxtaposition of my mother’s wedding attire and the moon which is presented as a flower rooted in God, the ultimate Mother.
Canadian award-winning poet and mystic, April Bulmer, speaks in the tongues of many women based on her visions of past lives. Even her favourite tree is a familiar old soul and “bows his stiff knees/to weather.”