testing the waters

        seems fitting spring begins here the origin of life          

metaphor

      I once suggested she have a good cry she said “I’m afraid if I start I’ll never be able to stop”        

little fires

        sometimes I’m quick to snuff it out sometimes I let it burn but there’s always that ash sticking to the soles of my shoes the gritty tracks follow me for days      

sacred space

             

calm before the storm

        the stillness is palpable as a snowstorm approaches I feel the same excitement as when I was young