Pearls of catkins / illumine the willow’s branches
© Mark Iocchelli (CC BY-NC 2.0)
Again this year on the shortest day when the temperature rose above freezing and the adhering snow made everything Christmas: Two pussy willow catkins slipped through their husks. But just those teasing few. The next weeks saw glimpses of more light– and by March, enough, until finally this evening, pearls of catkins illumine the willow’s branches. And I remember in the days of this doubling of light that catkins must emerge, seeming to know what we should know, too: That it takes a constant light, rather than what dazzles us on a single blinding winter’s day, to push aside what holds us contained.
“Constancy” was previously published in the Amethyst Review.
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