Spring enchantment

i have the lakescape, 
rapturous trilling tree frogs, 
whose chirping travels deep into the March night,
and prayerful poetry
they are more than enough 
as i await the art of Spring

VeerShift

I patiently await the warm Spring sun . . . 

to deal with the
E V E R Y D A Y
M A D N E S S
i veer off course
and happen upon a path not taken
no footsteps behind me
none in front of me
only the soft ground 
drenched by the season's wintry mix
waiting for spring's creeping greenery
my feet quicken
eager to see where this moment leads . .  
to . . . 
this afternoon's private haven --
a familiar creek's rush

Wonky weather

The weather down here in nothern Virginia has been pretty wonky. One moment spring sun, the next a wintry mix. Call it climate change, call it global warming. Either way, our county seems to be going for a record breaking no full week of school since the new year what with two-hour delays, snow days and professional work days. 

And when my 6.5-year-old happens to catch a rainbow like she did last weekend, it's an impromptu moment of prayer. A doorway into a mindful moment when I throw a couple of words together, just a simple thank you . . .

i pay attention, 
warm winter Rain. 
you may approach early, 
Spring. 
in the Mist, 
she tells me, oh look up!
there you are, 
a Rainbow's surprise. 
and for an instant, 
i listen to Her silent voice.