Red Wagon Patience

Red wagon wheels in the snow
await Time’s warming interval,
knowing next season will invite
surroundings that relax,
unlock frozen shackles,
making movement free again.

So often, we fault these cyclic forces of Nature
merely managing chronology,
creating allowance,
choice,
necessity,
faith,
trust,
awe.

Like the circle of no end,
existence is perpetuity forever in motion.
rendering you
me,
wagon wheels,
water and rocks,
merely its flux.

Like our blood flow,
continuance will be where it needs to be,
do what it needs to do
in the ever changing infinity.

To accept we are but students in need of understanding
is to remain humble before the universe.

And so…

Come Spring thaw,
when frozen wagon wheels
bring smiles and innocence,
notice the joyful discovery of
a child’s gentle tugging loose
from Winter’s hesitant release,
the liberation of a bright shining movement,
having completed its short rest.