don’t miss this moment the ghosts of winter still linger above the water thinking white while feeling pink just sit and listen until no place else to be pervades the heart yes, this defrosting heart now there’s nothing else to crave while kneeling next to your own rekindled fire inside now you find your way back along those re-emerging golden lines tracing the hillsides of your memories oh so quiet let the unfinished paintings and sudden poems that appear in the dark blue silences come to you like a herd of winter-starved deer is that an approaching spring rain in the distance or winter’s tide receding? whichever you decide become the equinox’s first visitor this is a view to take with you don’t forget this moment waiting for season’s turn inside her lasting allure ear to cold wet ground straining for her uncoiling whispers