grow

Quickly the earth turns from crisp brown to icy white

A soft blanket of snow settling over her, while she slumbers through the frozen night.

Her bright colors have been tenderly folded away for now,

Trusting in the spring, they’ll return again somehow

 It’s the type of cold that makes even the mighty pine stand still.

An earie kind of quite creeps, painting ice on every window sill.

While her children all keep warm by a fire snuggled close

The crackling flames dance merrily, happy to warm fingers and warm toes.

Time slips by in the shaken up, snow globe world until

the frozen heaps begin to melt, and trickling streams begin to fill.

And the parts of her that all seemed buried deep beneath the icy snow

Start to bloom again and perfectly afresh begin to grow.

-AE

Healing

My healing comes in steady waves.

So inconspicuous it could go unnoticed if one wasn’t aware.

Like the second hand on an old clock

I tick slowly on, in minute and determined movements.

The forward movement is so small it could go unnoticed by the naked eye.

Until you glance away, and back again, and see how far I have already come.