make of this bitter winter day,a container wild and sweet —
like a chalice carved in old wood
gift it with a January song, one
woven of wind and tumbling snow —
and breathe vibrant life within
hold it, oh so gently,
fluttering warm there in your hand —
then set it free to soar aloft
bow deeply to the day,
and embrace what it is telling you —
this is all there is
2 comments:
The picture is, as always, exquisite. It sooths my soul to visit you and look at the lovely photos that you post.
beautiful poem and photo.
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