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.

i am blessed; i need not to worry about my loved ones safety. i am blessed to be where i am, geographically. i am blessed with education, where many others could thrive like me, but are not where i am. i am blessed with health, despite not caring for it for very long. i am blessed, in many ways, and i only hope i can be worthy of them each and every day. i cannot write for a small blessing because they are all too big, and numerous.