Poetry: Now that year has turned

Now that the year had turned,
the days will lengthen,
birds return, the sun will brighten,
warm and fine; all things move
in their good time;
and yet the dregs of dark
remain.

How is it that the lilac lives,
when even its perfume's asleep,
or toads in burrows, frozen, deep
still breathe?

It's true that all things change in time,
and yet in spite of tears,
we know that winter's dark will clear,
and April's lilacs
re-appear.

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Grayce Scholt is a retired English professor from Mott College who wrote art reviews for the Flint Journal. Her book of poetry, Bang! Go All the Porch Swings is available online from Amazon and from Pages Bookstore in downtown Flint. A personal narrative of the poet's life in Europe in the early 1950s, Vienna, Only You, is available from the author at This e-mail address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it .This e-mail address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it This e-mail address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it