A soft and storm filled waking. The deep and dreamy shades of winter…stirring…in the direction of the glowing of the sun.
(Breathe in, 1-2-3)
The moon’s face is new, but we mirror the quartern.
Waxing keenly toward the light.
(Hold, 1-2)
Balanced and steadfast and full of grace.
A timeless promise between the earth and sky.
A love song of beginnings, of the things to come.
(Breathe out, 1-2-3)
© Elizabeth McLaughlin
Mixed Media
March 2023