“and you would accept the seasons of your heart
just as you have always accepted
that seasons pass over your fields and you would watch with serenity
through the winters of your grief.”
or be crippled with nonacceptance.
embrace the moments.
be ever present.
welcome to coffee hour.
welcome to this Sunday morning.
no sign of the robin.
but also no sign of
anything getting it before it flew away.
i am going with the fact that it is
on it's journey south.
i am blessed with the fact that i was able to spend
the day watching over it.