Six geese fly east,
warm wind whistles through screens,
trees wave their newborn leaves
greeting Spring.
I sometimes ask
what my word for today is,
not knowing what the day will bring
but making meaning of my time,
perhaps a theme,
a purposeful dream to bring
to the mix of me and the circling seasons.
This morning one word dances
through my head into my heart:
Gratitude.
For a world that says yes
to being reborn,
for joy enough to outbalance sadness,
for beauty enough to outweigh decay,
for life enough to outlast death.
What was invisible in bare Winter
was slowly growing all along,
roots and shoots,
preserved, protected,
patient, persistent,
each day easing toward renewal,
bringing this wisdom, ages old:
Because the seeds have been planted,
there is always, always
the hope of love,
the return of joy,
the presence of peace.
Life feels so fragile,
yet life persists.
There is always a tomorrow
to hold our hopes,
to carry what we care about,
a tomorrow that soon enough
becomes today
when six geese fly east,
warm wind whistles through screens,
and trees wave their newborn leaves.
Hello, says Spring.
Hello, I say.
Thank you.
-kh-

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