bright frozen still life
reaching longing for the sun
tiny holy buds
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
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Here's another haiku for all of us who need to be stirred to life and light again. I share it with love:
Under ice and snow
tulips bedded months ago
begin to wake up.
Winter is NOT the end of our story!
Posted by: Mark | January 21, 2022 at 06:53 AM
Its those buds... tiny buds of hope, the promise of spring, the breath of the sun... opening to life. And your sweet heart that holds us here in these circles of small words that ripple out and beyond... Regardless of mirrors... I would know your sweet gaze at any turn of this journey. XO
Posted by: Lea | January 21, 2022 at 10:22 AM
Love the holy buds ~ always hope showing through ~ moment by moment ~ Your words are always so divine and loving ~ you are a treasure ~ Xo
Wishing you lots of loving moments,
A ShutterBug Explores,
aka (A Creative Harbor)
Posted by: A ShutterBug Explores | January 22, 2022 at 11:00 AM
Tiny buds and waterbirds, every living creature and every season holds beauty but oh, do we long for Spring and sunshine... I wish you a happy Sunday dear one!
Posted by: Marit | January 23, 2022 at 01:12 AM
I'm glad that even frozen things can stir to live again.
Posted by: Magical Mystical Teacher | January 28, 2022 at 06:19 AM