I watched a scattering of clouds brewing brightly over a winter-darkened land. And I thought, Nature is so good at painting balanced music. I also thought of you and me—the gentle and the wild—dancing life’s song together.
I watched two souls flying as one in a dark sky, unafraid of turbulence or turmoil, knowing that when love stays close the light is never far.
in winter,hope can still bloom wildbits of springfor Poets and Storytellers United (Writer’sPantry #9: Rabbit, Rabbit!)
Saturday, February 29, 2020
Hope Can Still Bloom Wild
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"wild bits of spring" -- perfectly fits this transitional time of year!
ReplyDeleteI thought so, too.
DeleteYour words show that you understand the sweetness of love, of closeness, and the beauty our Mother Nature can produce. Your reflections flow and mingle, and peace enters the soul of the reader.
ReplyDeleteShe is the mothers of mothers, isn’t she? And we are so lucky to have her.
Deleteclouds brewing brightly - that is the most positive thing I've read this Sunday morning! Thank you!
ReplyDeleteYay! for that.
DeleteThe title stands out for me, Magaly; lots of people are rewilding their meadows and gardens in the UK, which gives me hope. I agree with you about Nature, she is brilliant at painting balanced music. My favourite part of your delightful haibun is:
ReplyDelete‘I watched two souls flying as one in a dark sky, unafraid of turbulence or turmoil, knowing that when love stays close the light is never far.’
If only everyone lived their lives like that…
I think that if more people saw what you and I see in nature, things will be so much better for all. We can help, can’t we?
DeleteWe are not much different to the Earth needing our sleep so we wake up fresh for the morning just as the seasons come and go to ensure everything has its time to flourish and a time to sleep. Spring reminds us of that.
ReplyDeleteSpring is the most beautiful reminders, indeed…
DeleteGreat feelgood words and images
ReplyDeletekeyudos
Thank you.
DeleteAbsolutely true and beautiful depiction of how hope can still bloom amidst all the turbulence. Stunning photos, by the way!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Khaya.
DeleteWhat is the opposite of a vicious cycle? It would have to be one involving the dance between hope and love, each spinning the other higher and higher.
ReplyDeleteYes!
DeleteThe northern hemisphere is slowly wakening. Wonderful with those small promises of spring.
ReplyDeleteI love those first signs.
DeleteWonderful verse/photo combo, MG. Conga rats.
ReplyDeleteHa! Now I have the most interesting mental image of rats dancing with congas.
DeleteWhat a gorgeous haibun
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday Magaly
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much love
Thank you, Gillena.
DeleteI truly enjoyed this, now that we're on the cusp of spring (at least where I am!)
ReplyDeleteSo glad, Timoteo.
DeleteHow absolutely stunning are those scattered clouds!💝 I believe nature teaches us a lot about patience and restoring balance in life.
ReplyDeleteThat she does!
DeleteLovely--I found myself lately listing all the animals I see out the window, naming all the ways the landscape is still alive despite being scraped bare in so many places. This translates each into hope. :)
ReplyDeleteI love your approach. I think I will give it a go!
DeleteBeautiful snapshots of life’s journey with love. You’ve a good eye!
ReplyDeleteAnd sharp teeth. Let's not forget the teeth *giggles*.
DeleteA lovely message of hope, Magaly, and example of what love can be if nurtured.
ReplyDeleteA bit of nurturing grows a long way. 😊
DeleteBeautiful thoughts...
ReplyDeleteThank you, ZQ.
DeleteA wonderful imagery with both words and pictures. At this edge of winter the hope for "bits of spring" is so close...
ReplyDeleteThis is a beautiful reminder of a very familiar hope shared by two souls.
Thank you, Joel.
DeleteVery UPlifting! Almost a meditation.
ReplyDeleteSo glad you feel it to be so!
DeleteI was struck by the intense analogies … beautifully rendered … and pinned against the incredible photography. An awesome post! A pleasure to visit!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Wendy.
DeleteWherever you look for it, there is love.
ReplyDeleteSo say we all!
Deletewild bits of spring!! Gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Margaret.
Delete🖤❤️
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