spring – Words that must be heard

New

There is a quiet dignity in growing things. A continual reach toward the light, a joyful drinking in of stars. I look to the perfect, subtle sparkle of iris petals, the soft smiles of wildflowers. Each dew drop, each raindrop holding the wisdom of a million years brings new life. The dead singing beautifully toContinue reading “New”

Here? Now?

Through tears again this morning, I see breaks in the clouds. Lines of color playing off the flakes of snow. Damp ground smelling like the promise of Spring. Of hope. Of something beautiful yet to come. I can only hope, and wait and see. I can only love those around me a little more dearly,Continue reading “Here? Now?”