late winter

​moving
at 
the 
speed 
of
ice
winter
river
waits

Eagle glides low, fishing
finding not a single crack or thawed place
flies to nearby branch
​waits

​It's late winter. A time of waiting for the ice to melt, the ground to thaw, the earth to bloom again. If we have allowed for the work of winter, our waiting time, we are so much richer for it. We have changed just as the earth has. We will again be flowering into our new lives. We will be full with expectation and possibilities. We will know ourselves more deeply. 

May blessings be upon each of us and upon our winter of waiting with all its gifts!