Entering Into Spring

Anxiety, fears Three birds wing by, silhouettes now my mind is clear Two geese pace. They walk Our neighbor's driveway their pond entering into spring Nest sitting alone Branches bare, solitary The leaves are coming Grasses' birth canal Roots in utero-cycling Pushing from Earth's womb The morning birds sing spring buds on empty branches hope … Continue reading Entering Into Spring

Sitting At The Tipping Point Between Seasons

My feet are covered Warm socks and blanket soft Outside the storm’s rage This time of year, sitting at the tipping point between seasons, I waver between melancholy and expectation. It’s a time of change, of emerging, and of energy. I feel that hope within. But I will miss the long night, the warm blanket … Continue reading Sitting At The Tipping Point Between Seasons