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