the heart opens
then closes
like the breath
it breathes
wild and nearly wicked
the winds of March
Blow in
howling and relentless
near agony of season change
the quiet still of winter
unleashes now within
whence new spring has birthed
something, squealing into survival
the earth blankets itself around
this mornings wet arrival
the heart opens
then closes
like the breath
it breathes
calming and nearly proper
the winds of March
Blow in
John
Be always safe,
Karen
Keep the spirit warm Debby!!
Love Tinka
Cheers,
Dan
the thought and care behind every word. Encore! ENCORE!! 'Pea' <3
squealing into survival
the earth blankets itself around
this mornings wet arrival
waaaay cool birthing poem Debby xx