Daybreak soft moonbeams
Noon warm sun casting shadows
Spring knocking on door
cronechronicler
Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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Yes! It is coming (still have snow so i refuse to call it anything else, yet!)
Yes, snow is still winter. Hope yours melts away soon.
It’s melting right before our eyes!
Sounds encouraging!
This poem has a lovely delicate and magical feel Ina.
Thank you, Andrea, for your touching comment.