chronicle of my journey through my matriarch years - love , work, dreams, frustrations, poems, paradoxes
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Nature is providing cruel ironies. The first spring moon is waxing and it's red bud time - my favorite moment of spring - ping blossoms increasing in richness every day on branches against pale sky - by personal favorite symbol of hope and renewal. Ruth's belly should be swelling with pregnancy as the sap flows in the trees and more and more blossoms push forth. Instead she is having her D and C this morning. I hate it.