And when I look up from my pages
the evidence is everywhere  –

The psalm of geese
calling and curving
through the foggy frosty morning

The murmur of the fire –
its warming flames
an acclamation of release,
the gratitude to be delivered
into a lighter phase of being

A road into the brightening day,
fog lifting to reveal the opening  –
steps enough to know the way
to place my feet – feet flexing
in anticipation, journey awaiting.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 27, 2022