Whether you love or hate Valentine's Day, here's a poem about holidays by Portland writer and teacher, Susan Donnelly.
Holidays
by Susan Donnelly
There are days
proclaimed
to be holier than
others,
as if somehow they
are princesses
born of royal
blood,
wrapped in soft
purple velvet,
and entrusted with
Divine Rights.
Days held in awe,
holier
like the
Portuguese virgins
who shuffle miles
on their knees
to light sacred
candles at Fatima.
It is as if the
first February glimpse
of the Rufous
Hummingbird’s green feathers
were somehow not
worthy of celebration,
and the sweet scent
of lilacs didn’t intoxicate;
as if basking in the unexpected warmth
of fragile October
sun wasn’t
the perfect gift.
All days
are holy enough.
