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!)