February teases with shifting light
Pink sunsets and a whisper on wings
Soon, darling.
Soon, sunshine.
Soon, spring.
February teases with blessings in breezes
Love notes for strangers
Come quickly, darling.
Come quickly, sunshine.
Come quickly, spring.
I am still learning
About this thing we call life and how it works
And how we keep time here on this earth
How do we mark heaven here below
And find its mercy in our melancholy?
How do we bring it down to our hearts
And keep it there the whole year through
I do not know, do you?
Christmas comes too quickly for a heart some years.
But I keep it, I keep it.
Christmas comes too jolly for a heart some years.
But I take it in, I take it in.
Christmas comes too quiet for a heart some years.
But I listen, I listen.
This year I held doubt close
And found sorrow in all seasons
But my heart is still here.
This year I lost love
Over and over and over again
But my heart is still here.
This year I shivered and fevered
And felt the edge of the forest near
But my heart is still here.
What a beautiful morning to wake up
Granted the privilege of putting two feet safe
On green grass, head to the sky, arms open,
Breathing in air laden with dew and inspiration
And the pending promise of a miracle
We search all summer for a version
Of ourselves that went missing
Somewhere between age 2 and today
But I find me in March and memories,
Every Monday and every moonrise
I see the words of love songs A thousand times a day In a thousand different ways The truth is love stories are within us And if we’re lucky, beside us But more than that, all around us Of wishes finding their falling stars Tired trees finding, one day, sunshine Hoot owls finding,
Having sought the whole world over And the whole year through To find things beautiful, lovely and true And having failed on occasion I seek to start anew To love you better and to love me too To take the good and bad and broken And to hold them all more loosely To
I have loved a great many and a great depth And I have lost as much as I loved, if not more I picked up instead bad habits and excuses A little chip on my shoulder on the good days Ancient marble ruins on the bad With nothing and nowhere
I do not know why pears choose to ripen this time of year But I am grateful. I do not know how far the church bells carry or if they like their song But I am grateful. I do not know where the stars lay their heads when they
Oh, what a privilege to watch a star-spangled parade At the golden-sunrise daybreak with a glass of lemonade I do believe today’s the day to take back up our cause: To live and love with honor and to find the time to pause The mid-day heat is blazing and
When we wake, we have a choice: To see the day with blue-sky eyes And new-leaf hearts Or smoke-cloud vision And cracked-earth souls To taste on the tip of our tongues the bitter or the sweet To take the top of the morning or the depth of mourning To breathe the acrid
Soft and slow Falls the quiet evening snow Setting my small world aglow The earth is freshly white tonight And all my soul is calm and right Music, drifting, taking flight Echoes now a sweet, sweet song We wait and wish for all year long: It’s quite simple really: we all belong So love
I am thankful for words, that I may construct A language to at least touch the surface Of the depths of my gratefulness, and the rest I offer In song and living and laughter. I am thankful that we are malleable and can be changed By the wind on a
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