winter – Rivers Renewed

This Year My Love

This year My Love, let’s hold each other closer,

on the day of love,

listening

to each other’s hearts

listening

in the silence

of the snowfall.

Happy Valentine’s Day.

In the Winter Rain

In the grey dawn, winter rain descending

I hope for warmer days,

of enjoying the rain

of watching the Earth,

cleanse herself of despair

where sunbeams break the sky,

bringing new life,

a time of Heart Songs ascending

and clouds holding onto

our prayers.

When Pine Trees Hold Our Prayers

When pine trees hold our prayers, peace falls

quietly through the forest

in the whispers,

of snowflakes.

Looking into the Winter Sky

Looking into the winter sky brings a quiet to my mind,

a softer peace to my spirit, while my wordflow

increases, within rivers

of strength.

Winter Sun Melting

Winter sun melting, thawing our most inner solid ice

hopeful,

letting go

our hearts unfrozen and delivered,

walking strong,

will always make a better lover

open and free,

will make us a better friend

with beautiful honesty.

Walk tall today in your internal freedom.

When Gentleness Speaks to Me

When gentleness speaks to me I have a choice

to ignore it, or to write it all down

hoping, believing

someone else

will be encouraged,

and lifted up,

just like I was.

Each Sparrow’s Heart

Each sparrow’s heart never fears the winter wind,

she simply and humbly seeks the warmer air,

knowing full well, of the refuge

and the power of the sun,

no one ever told her,

yet her small heart

so trusting,

so strong

in confidence,

hoping spring will appear,

and that joy comes

in the daylight.

In the Snowstorm

I drew down my hat a little further, and noticed the snowstorm was both beautiful and raging,

my own heartbeats were in my ears in the excitement of the wind,

and I took another step…..grateful

I was still standing.

The storm

gave me strength.

Clouds in the Winter Sky

As clouds roll by in the winter sky

I wonder

I wander through the blue

searching through

so many fragments here seeking

our lost sense

our wholeness forgotten,

where will the new year

take us?

P.S. I’m back from a holiday break.

Early Morning Snowfall

Counting our wounds seldom brings the deliverance,

yet the silence

and quiet

of an early morning snowfall

will go deep within us,

falling

in that sacred space

of healing.

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