Our preparation is like snow falling,
small flakes landing here and there,
the first ones fading, white to wet
on roofs and pavement,
disappearing silently
into the grass
Later it may thicken,
accumulation quick enough
to form a lock — crystal fingers
holding bridging structure
against the melt,
And before we know it
we may be transformed
stepping softly
into the opening world
of our next life.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 22, 2014
Wendy, I’ve been there several times. As always you speak my feelings with your
words of poetry: “crystal fingers holding bridging structure” or “transformed stepping softly into the opening world”. It is validating to feel your poetry resonating with my inner life. Is this the force that drives my love for your creative work – your writing?
This I can do: “Thank you, dear brave one.”
Thanks so much for sharing — lovely to hear from you, and very heartening to hear how my poetry touches you.