Almost spring
desiccated leaves you thought dead after the winter blizzard, dances skipping down the driveway turns the corner, disappearing purple crocus bravely testing is it time now? reaching up through layers of last season’s remains pinecones, leaves, fallen branches rewilding in progress!
Amidst the noise of the world, the greatest gift we can give each other is our full attention. Thank you for pausing and sitting with this shared moment🙏
I love how some types of poetry, like yours, can put me into s space suspended lightly between philosophy and awe.
Beautiful picture and poem! Happy Spring!