When I surrender to winter
We are both surprised.
In the quiet absence of resistance,
she looks me in the eye.
And I look into hers.
No more energy wasted wishing she were spring.
I welcome her with all my senses, tasting and smelling the cold.
She wraps me in her clean white blanket arms.
Our hearts open. I see how beautiful she is
and she invites me to play in the snow.
Hi Hannorah (alias NanaB)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poetry... stunning photos...
It's great that you're sharing these with the world...