A few crocuses pushing up in the vestiges of snow--something in the air that feels almost right, you know.
I am telling her this now, but still, she dozes on. I read one of my poems to her and tell her we are all about to have our new day--to wake up because there are buds, clouds, and hopeful and tender Spring a'comin:
Still, she dozes. Listen...
The Reversal 
When all is night
With only tunnel
At the end of light,
Turn and go the other way.
Darkness at your back
And moving blind at first,
Unsure, the eyes not seeing,
Or seeing shades of gray,
Edging forward
Until fear begins to drop away,
Something opens now
And what it is, is you
And what was always there
And nothing more,
And it is you alone
But everywhere:
You are this new day.
When all is night
With only tunnel
At the end of light,
Turn and go the other way.
Darkness at your back
And moving blind at first,
Unsure, the eyes not seeing,
Or seeing shades of gray,
Edging forward
Until fear begins to drop away,
Something opens now
And what it is, is you
And what was always there
And nothing more,
And it is you alone
But everywhere:
You are this new day.
March 5, 2010
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Two more great pics, Kay. Camilla is so photogenic!
Did you write The Reversal for me? ;-) I love it and the cloud pic! =^..^=
Good one, Kay.....I loved the pictures. I hadn't seen the cloud pic....spectacular. And, of course, C is beautiful as ever.
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