The sun remains below the horizon
while increasing light is chasing the shadows.
Reaching up from the horizon,
Blazing orange, peach, yellow and grey
Stretch into pale blue.
A whisper of cloud
hangs just above the trees.
The new snow grew heavy
in yesterday’s warmth.
I suspect it is crusty now.
As the day grows, it will melt
or it will freeze.
In this moment,
I can’t know.
I can pay attention.
The mood is cautious and concerned
as rapid change impacts lives near and far.
Anticipation, fear, worry, and discomfort
gather on the horizon
while losses begin to arrive.
From under the weight of
lost lives and livelihoods,
lost dreams and security,
a new way of living will emerge.
Or not.
In this moment,
I can’t know.
I can pay attention.
The birds are arriving at the feeder
and singing louder than the hum of the heat pump.
Chickadees, doves, cardinals and finches
convene for breakfast.
Their presence calls me to remember,
to welcome the new day with
energy and curiosity.
As the day grows,
new opportunities will arrive
or not.
I can’t know.
I am paying attention.
So beautiful! What a gift you have!
Thank you, Nadine!