Dawning of Spring

Dawning of Spring

Closing in on the winter hardships, nothing says it more than bare feet on sun-soaked stone. Gifts we think are out of our reach until we feel life beneath our feet and look up. It’s evident, it’s all within reach … Continue reading

Doff Thy Threads

Doff Thy Threads

Red has doffed her winter look within days after hailing it. But will I spring about carefree without mine from now on?

A Heavy Moment to Behold

A Heavy Moment to Behold

Branches, in their winter coatsA marvel of entanglement.Bare, boldsimply existing.Glistening in its a la mode cloak with an ecstatic sense of new wisdom against a whitewashed sky.Here we are again,another roundand into a new.

Eavesdropping

Eavesdropping

We have so much more in common than not. If we could only see. Projections are feelings reflecting back to us. What if we stopped projecting and allowed ourselves to take heart and simply be. How dreadfully unaware we are, … Continue reading

Underneath It All

Underneath It All

Still embracing us, still welcoming us, even after she quietly slips on her winter coat afresh.

Snowed Under

Snowed Under

A predictable and rising pattern this season, shoveling. Now permitted near the door, a shovel and furry boots. Sleepily and somewhat blithely, undertaking a new pastime of mine. Everyone else in the nest, favoring something to view from the warmer … Continue reading

Cloaked

Cloaked

Overhead a creek, a homestead.Within earshot, a waterfall.Amidst slender, stretching sentient protectors, a deepening fondness.A white fluffy blanket to cover it all, here let me show you how it was laid out.

Just Like Heaven

Just Like Heaven

The further we go searching for the unseen world,the further behind us it lags.Away it runs from us,as we go reaching.When all along, around us all the time it’s been.Beautifully muted, like our wintery landscape.Visually a soundless time of year,energetically … Continue reading

Halftone

Halftone

Oh human, the grey matter is there for provision,Not for dissolution, or disbanding or even reshuffling.Wisdom of long past and far into the forever,it’s already in there.No need to do a thing about it,but lend a private ear.

In Anticipation of Rouge

In Anticipation of Rouge

Darkness rested over the horizon. Still…it would be sometime before I’d see a rosy blush hover over the eastern sky encouraging me to discover a sequence that may be a better way through.