As Spring approaches.

Like so many things, all things come from something small. Sometimes unfathomably so.

Emerging in winter.

It had been a long night by the fire, by the embers. In the shell of a once grand home made of thick stone, pride and resillience, that’s where I lay. A temporary roof and door afixed to such a structure worked as a wonder, so long as one need not look upon it.

As it warms.

Roaming through a frozen world,

Where grasses green from deep emerge,

And from the darkness springs a life and sound.

In the cold dark place.

It crept in on a quiet morning, without a word or whisper to betray itself. The sleepers never knew of its presence, dreaming dreams of regret, lust or hopes for what might be if only..

A tune in mind.

The pass collapsed two weeks past, no way in or out beside sheer cliffs up or down. We have with us all we need to survive and flourish, even if most no longer realize that.