tiny holy buds
dreaming just below the ice
longing for the sun
on the shoulder of another frigid weekend;
paring down our winter hearts hungry for spring.
morning ponds just outside the window
cast a frozen still life.
until the sun and one hundred waterbirds
rake this frozen slate of morning
into a shimmering
faceted dance of perfect light.
sometimes you turn around and hardly
recognize yourself in the passing mirror.
all the more reason to move in kindness.
choose with compassion.
be a part of something
please visit each other and leave a few warm words.
it's been a long winter and people everywhere
are hungry for light.