Groundhog Day

I seldom pay much attention to Groundhog Day, preferring St. Brigid’s feast the day before and the Presentation as occasions for reflection. But I came across this poem through Abbey of the Arts and just had to share! To celebrate the hope of spring, I also just ordered the collection from which it is taken,  Bread and Other Miracles. 

Groundhog Day
By Lynn Ungar

Celebrate this unlikely oracle,
this ball of fat and fur,
whom we so mysteriously endow
with the power to predict spring.
Let’s hear it for the improbable heroes who,
frightened at their own shadows,
nonetheless unwittingly work miracles.
Why shouldn’t we believe
this peculiar rodent holds power
over sun and seasons in his stubby paw?
Who says that God is all grandeur and glory?
Unnoticed in the earth, worms
are busily, brainlessly, tilling the soil.
Field mice, all unthinking, have scattered
seeds that will take root and grow.
Grape hyacinths, against all reason,
have been holding up green shoots beneath the snow.
How do you think spring arrives?
There is nothing quieter, nothing
more secret, miraculous, mundane.
Do you want to play your part
in bringing it to birth? Nothing simpler.
Find a spot not too far from the ground
and wait.

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2 Responses to Groundhog Day

  1. Monica Lira says:

    Thank you for this poem! I’m going to keep it in my spirit journal.
    Love the description of the portender of Spring.
    Monica Lira

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