Spring at Open Doors

O wind, where have you been,
That you blow so sweet?
Among the violets
Which blossom at your feet.

The honeysuckle waits
For Summer and for heat
But violets in the chilly Spring
Make the turf so sweet.    

                                                                 – Christina Rossetti

The Open Doors teens have been enjoying spring by harvesting violets for salad and sap for syrup.

Violets and greens in salad — delicious!
eDSC_0038s Having a break while out foraging.
Boiling maple sap for a light, almost nutty syrup.

Meanwhile, our Writing Class has been going strong.  One of our members won first in her age bracket in the annual Poetry Contest sponsored by the Dyer-Ives Foundation.  The class has moved from poetry, to story, and now to essay.  Rossetti would approve.

Listening to another’s work.

As our regular year winds down, we look forward to sharing our six-week summer program, Prizing Your Power, an art and social justice program where teens can collaborate to make art about their favorite cause for community display.  Come in and see what we do!

It is Enough

It Is Enough
by Anne Alexander Bingham

To know that the atoms
of my body
will remain

to think of them rising
through the roots of a great oak
to live in
leaves, branches, twigs

perhaps to feed the
crimson peony
the blue iris
the broccoli

or rest on water
freeze and thaw
with the seasons

some atoms might become a
bit of fluff on the wing
of a chickadee
to feel the breeze
know the support of air

and some might drift
up and up into space
star dust returning from

whence it came
it is enough to know that
as long as there is a universe
I am a part of it.

Have you shared something amazing with a teen you care about today?  It always matters.  Come see us at Open Doors to learn more, or support our presence in the lives of teens.

Long Winter

So much I’ve forgotten
the grass

the birds
the close insects

the shoot—the drip
the spray of the sprinkler

the heat of the Sun

the impossible

the flush of your face
so much

the high noon
the high grass

the patio ice cubes
the barbeque

the buzz of them—
the insects

the weeds—the dear
—that grow

like alien life forms—
all Dr. Suessy and odd—

here we go again¬
we are turning around

again—this will all
happen over again—

and again—it will

Timothy J. Nolan

Learning, art, and culture — this poem by an established poet suggests how they are all around, even in our longing –especially in our longing — for a glimpse of green.  Want to connect with more folks who love artists/learners/longers?  Come to our events.