What comes back. What we let back in. The long slow work of re-entering our own lives.

Return

A spring orbit. Something is loosening. This week we turn toward what is coming back, and what we are finally ready to let come back.

Harshness vanished. A sudden softness
has replaced the meadows' wintry grey.
Little rivulets of water changed
their singing accents. Tendernesses,

hesitantly, reach toward the earth
from space, and country lanes are showing
these unexpected subtle risings
that find expression in the empty trees 

Early Spring

Harshness vanished. A sudden softness
has replaced the meadows' wintry grey.

The Thaw

Write a small blessing for the first warm day.

Thank the creator 
For this nice day, 
The sun and 
The moon uniting until the summer solstice 
And before winter.  I will be for ever grateful to be alive, 
To see the thaw happen.

Winter was cruel but profitable 
But that were it ends.  Now I can see the sun, Polaris 
And the stars equal

Now let's go to dragon moon
Soon I must look deep into my self 
See the flaws if my behaviour before the thraw is over.  I want to still see the stars
But alas the thaw is underway.