Half Winter

There are half the leaves

still clinging,

to the tree this year

Half cold, half warm days

half overcast, half sunny

Half hopes for Spring

But what will happen

to half the leaves

still hanging on?

Half is better than nothing,

yet still not whole.

Never before have I seen

a half winter

such a long fall

or an early Spring.

by Jenny Miller

1/30/2020

Vulnerability

I realized today
that I know
all about
my own vulnerability
but know little
of yours.

Have not stopped
to consider enough
that you are
vulnerable too
by default
as you are a human
with a heart
wants, needs, dreams.

I knew all of the
emotional anatomy part.
But did not often enough
stop to think about
the vulnerability part
and what that means.

I love you.

by Jenny Miller
1/14/20

Late Winter

It is the season of dreaming.

Cold, wet, rainy.

Darkness, semi-hibernation.

Thoughts turn inward, life slows down.

Everyone is in a state of semi-operation.

Time to nestle in your nests,

And wait out the storms.

Time to move slowly.

Give ourselves a break from pushing forward,

And just be.

To seek contentment---that elusive bliss.

Don’t forget to look around,

To see the beauty in it all.

The misty covered mountains--

Those dark friends who are resting this time of year too.

The trees who are bare and dreaming

Of fragrant new buds of pink, yellow and green.

The sound of the pit-pat of  the rain in the stillness.

Be quiet inside so you can hear the voice--

His voice speaking to you.

It is comforting to know

We are all just human and in this together.

We are all tired, slow, inside and cold,

Trying to get warm after another day and another night,

Untill she, in all her glory rises from the depths

And greets us smiling and smelling of mothers’ perfume,

Warming us with her crown,

Comforting us with her gentle breeze caress.

Taking off our jackets, sweaters and gloves,

And telling us to wake up and go out to play.

by Jenny Miller

January 23, 2008