​Winter
Where do I begin with you?

How can so much
have passed
in so little time?

You have been crisp
blue-eyed,
wide with hope. 
After being asleep
for so long,
You have woken me up.
You have seen my dreams,
the ones I hold close
and fast to my heart
flutter out in the breeze,
and come true -
More beautifully than
I could have imagined.

Winter you have seen me
love again,
love fully,
unreservedly -
and dance unfettered,
among the stars.
I try to count
on my fingertips
all I'm thankful for
and it never seems to end.

I close my eyes and
think back to last season -
how much my life changed then,
and I can tell you
if my life was jumping around then
This winter,
its done a somersault over a ravine

But I wouldn't have it any other way.

You, 
Winter
You are the coolest.

But please,
bring on Spring -
I am welcoming the sunshine,
bright-eyed and smiling...

I am ready

​Today
I watched
the setting sun
from our rock,

You missed
a kite flying
in the distance,
the sparkling star in the east,
the whispering trees
and the wind
running
wild in my hair -

In the past
two months
we have
dreamed,
and seen so much sky -
You know how I feel,
And I know
you feel the great warmth
tickling my heart
too.

It is joy.

On my way home,
I picked a bunch of jasmine -
I know it isn't time yet,
but think of it as an
extra early
birthday present -

a sweet presence,
like the ever-changing sky -

and I know
however far away you seem,
you see the same horizon

Art is a
reawakening the senses; 
to know a
wholeness of 
body, mind and spirit, 
which we seldom glimpse, 
but which we are intended to know.

-George McDonald

​Green on 
my shoulders,
under my feet -
and stitching
green cotton
and thread.

Sitting green
Reading green
(with brilliant
bookmarks)

and a green bowl
of breakfast

Remembering how
to let go
and
swing among green

and feeling new life

blooming green
in my heart
and my head.