The trees outside sway and stammer, no different than yesterday
the birds gather a little later but all the same; the same as yesterday
My eyes open to the dark that is morning
winter the trees bare
my fingers ache to bear fruit; to order seeds, to see spring take root, to have a sense of achievement, of accomplishment
marrow my bones
Not today. I know this.
After so many years I have learned; there is no jumping the fence of time.
Winter is a gift when I let it open before me
The birds and trees lean in to remind me
over and over and over
I too am a being blessed, this new day, this new year, and when I see from this view
from the darkened window
my life opens; the door thrown wide to the call of nature.
I get to.
happy new year.
in love trish