Quiet. There will be time
for everything,
as long frost crystals form
through the night,
as iridescent frost melt
shines in morning sun,
and bright green is released from whiteness
as the shadows move

There will be time
for everything to rise into its purpose,
to stretch, luxuriant, in the fulfilling
of what it has always been
and will ever be

There is always time,
and it will be enough.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 28, 2015