One eye shut
A new world
Half is still whole
Today
12 hours
In a bed
Cocooned
Now new
With frosted tips
Crisp
Crowning
Sharp views
Hindsight
Foresight
Half sight
Big picture
Fresh sheets
Laundered quilts
On a Saturday
Giving Sunday thanks
A humming hen
Dancing cat tails
No hat
No gloves
I want to hear it
I can feel it all
I’m here
Not there
Right here
Right now
Having never lived this day
Longing to see
This dawning day
Covered in crystals
And clear as
Questions are OK
Answers wait
I hold both
Under 4 layers
Keeping cold at bay
Frigid fingers
Hard as this porcelain mug
Grandpa’s telling mug
That is now empty
As I am filled
And refilled
It’s Spring here
Turning new
It’s Spring here
Winter everywhere else
SHE GILDS THE LILY: a lavish waste of words and wonder 
My favorite lines: “half is still whole” (meditating on that for my own life) and “a humming hen” (adore that image). Love, love, love this. Your first photo could be my front bed….same brown leaves, same type of little weed, same cold columbine.
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