There - in the heart of the winding river…I imagined the colors of the universe unfolding.
Darkness - finding its way to light.
The long winter night - finding its way to a brighter day.
And yet - it remains frozen.
This day.
In time.
Winter Long
“Because this is home.
Because this is home.”
This is why they stay - they say - throughout the cold white winter long.
Secret Language
I’ve heard they speak a secret language.
I’ve heard they communicate in words we cannot see.
Wandering and wondering….
What words of wisdom?
What words of advice?
What might they be whispering to me?