tiny holy buds
dreaming just below the ice
hallelujah choir
***
here we are, on the shoulder of the weekend.
paring down our winter hearts
hungry for spring.
this morning, i took the long drive to the studio,
ponds in the rear mirror, frozen whispers catching pieces of sky.
one long cartwheel of a day...
until i turned toward a setting sun and home.
as i opened my door
one hundred water birds raked the surface of the ponds,
filling the air with the conversion of wings and
water.
the frozen slate of morning
now a shimmering faceted
dance of 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
waiting.
***
thank you for sharing
your warmth and light
xo
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I'm hearing that hallelujah choir all the way over here in California!
Posted by: Mark | February 15, 2019 at 08:04 AM
Such a lovely scene you have painted Rebecca, and the right words to go with it.
Posted by: Reading Pkeasure | February 15, 2019 at 08:38 AM
Such a lovely scene you have painted Rebecca, and the right words to go with it.
Posted by: Reading Pleasure | February 15, 2019 at 08:38 AM
The image of the water birds is dancing in my mind. I think of this beauty found in noticing and in compassion and I join in too, forever a part of this hallelujah chorus. Thank you Rebecca for these beautiful words and this circle. Xo
Posted by: Lea | February 15, 2019 at 09:09 AM
You have painted a lovely picture with your words. Have a great weekend.
Posted by: Lisa at Greenbow | February 15, 2019 at 11:13 AM
The image of waterbirds landing on the water is now stuck in my head... such a wonderful post Rebecca! Have a beautiful weekend! Hug from Holland
Posted by: Marit | February 16, 2019 at 04:14 AM