Late winter and we are still wrapped in blankets, staring out the window at remnants of last week’s snow. You notice it first and point it out to me. The witch hazel is blooming! We grab coats, hats and boots before heading out the door, like two excited puppies.
blackbird
your song slips through
the breeze
after so many months
my heart reopens
March 22, 2022
wabi sabi ~~~ poems and images 