When all we see is the ice, we can’t focus
on the melting, we don’t know of wilting
spring flowers before they ever grow,
and dirt means nothing more
than impenetrable earth.
But when we share our art
our colors breathing
in the sun, we give life
to our neighbor
as if we have shared
an endless horizon.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”