BrokenEchoes

      One day closer to home A long hard journey continues Early morning -- I’m on the road Carrying myself across slow miles Late evening -- I stop to rest My feet are sore from walking My mind is numb from thinking… Or trying not to think I lie beside the road And sleep away the darkness It is a tired dreamless sleep This is a blessing What a huge disappointment it would be To be home in my dreams Only to awaken just one day closer.

  I am consistently amazed  at the level to which She is attuned to  The initial faint whispers of an early spring. She is energized by growth, renewal, birth, becoming Rising abuzz with the essence of youth emerging Eyes wider to the lighter greens still yearning for longer days Rejoicing in the golden glowing morning Savoring the mild hesitation of the lilac dusk She awakens eagerly as the earth does, overcoming grey slumber Opens her arms in unison with the blue and orange flowers. She welcomes the new beginnings with a warm embrace. As she finds her home and hope in the blooming of a new young spring, I find mine in her, and follow her into the soft, warm, dew-dappled morning. 02/28/2022