Spring Came

 

My heart was so heavy with winter, but Spring came.
My hands were frozen in writer’s block, but Spring came.

Spring came, and the Sunflowers turned their heads
To face the Lion who had just shaken his mane.

Spring came.

A Walk with Papa

“Remember that on this walk together, where we are going is a surprise, a secret that only I know. At times on this walk you will not see me. Remember that I am still with you. Trust my voice to instruct you in the way you should go. I know where I am leading you; trust me. I do not leash you or bridle you, forcing you along. No, I desire that you would follow me, walk with me, willingly as one who loves and trusts me. You can trust me, Brittany.”

We Shall Have Spring Again

“Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight,
At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more,
When he bears his teeth, winter meets its death,
And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again.”
-The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe

It seems that winter has decided to stay for a while. I am so tired of the bitter cold. So done with snow and ice. So over hard, dead ground.

Let the roaring lion shake his mane and shake the snow from these limbs.

A Quiet Afternoon

A quiet afternoon
Old sweater, steady snow
A blanket for cold skin and raw earth
Insulated, undisturbed
Open arms, bitter wind
An invitation to come in

Fall Gently, Lightly

Fall gently, lightly
Not like crashing, breaking glass
Like dust settling in a room
Quiet even when stirred

Fall gently, lightly
Not like heavy, driving rain
Like a soft afternoon snow
A call to slow down

Fall gently, lightly
Not like painful, gasping breath
Like a sleepy exhale
Natural in its rhythm