Sunder ice
This land distressed
And yet at peace
Beguiles spirit
Releases soul
Inner silence
Serenity
Even in the greys
Which days accumulate
A stroll along the sandy edge
A hike among the mossy boughs
Beauty subtly seductive
Invigorates my spirit
My shadow on the pond
Consumed by the canopy of trees
Ringed by the light blue sky
The reflections smooth and steady
Upon a surface of euclidian perfection
A small man
Of no small mass
A big heart
A wise soul
Both worn
Close to the surface
There was to her
A tenacious spirit
She grappled despair
And brought it down
Smothering the darkness
Not so much with light
But with a glimmer
I thought it was hope
But it was trust
Not just the kind
Given to others
But the kind given to self
Given to circumstances
Given to time, and possibility
I drink it in
This perfection
This preternatural beauty
My spirit soars
My arms outstretched
Imagining, I’m a hawk in the wind
My spirit
My soul
The eye
Of my
Being
There are rare moments of connection
When I can “see” all that is
Know that I am some infinitesimal
Physical
Small part of it all
Let diligence
And patience
Bring on
The insightful
Flood
Let my spirit
Rise
From the flat
Featureless plain
That was me