Dawn’s curtain opens.I hear a cascade of lightGently greet my eyes –A symphony of all thingsThat belong beyond the dark. Editor: Erynn Crittenden

Snow runoff flows downHill from my driveway to theCow pasture. I standIn the middle and watch winterWash away around my shoes.

Soothing to my soulCalming to frenzied spiritI glide in water.Suspended, uplifted, IHover, leaving stress on land. Photo courtesy of Adina Voicu from Pixabay

New Year’s day dawns andthe world is encased in glassmy driveway and roadmasquerade as an ice rink. Jack Frost’s temper tantrum.

The road is wet butcrystals adorn my windowSnow falls on the ridge.Like curtains, it opens to reveal winter’s intentions.

“Congratulations” Says everyone else in my life. You say: “Are you sure you’re qualified?” instead. I assure you: I’m enough.

It’s not thinking lessof yourself.  It’s thinking ofyourself less.  This isa ram’s horn’s composition:Humility’s perfection.

The woods sleep with snow My ears listen for spring birds, My eyes long for you As I sit by the window Wishing you ...

My husband is gone, Sealed himself up, cocooning Any love, affection Like I’ll live in a desert Then never ask for the rain.

The earth was muddy, My boots let impression by Your silent summer grave, I said goodbye long ago, We departed with the sun.