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.
everything changes....
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
larger than
yourself.
please visit each other and leave a few warm words.
it's been a long winter and people everywhere
are hungry for light.
XO
This preview will disappear when the widget is displayed on your site.
If this widget does not appear, click here to display it.