Yesterday the sky was blue
And clouds gathered
Running away from wind
But not for long, for the sun
Arrived smiling bright
Calling everyone outside;
I walked on the frozen lake
To test my faith.
special note: If you were expecting a prose piece today, as I usually publish one every first Sunday of the month, I apologize.
I want to plant compassion, this spring. But this proves to be more difficult than I thought. That is, I’ve written numerous drafts on choosing compassion, even managed to schedule one, only to edit it later and eventually giving up on the whole thing. It remains a work in progress.
In the meantime, I give you this poem. It’s a description of the weather (beautiful and cold) here, at this time of the year. The featured image, which I took during my day hike yesterday, inspired the poem.
Wishing you a lovely and bright Sunday!