Good Morning!!
I am softly stroked today. The sunrise out my window was amazing. I am filled with winter hope and dreams.
Here is my Morning Poem! The image of death as dolphin waiting for us in the depths of the sea comes from a healer friend of Elaine's. I am entranced with the image, and walk in my shoes from there.
The sky speaks pink -
In a poem to Elaine,
by her healer-friend,
Death presents
in the shape of a dolphin
deep in the sea -
Why fear?
My knees are shoes, snowshoes
following the track of the hare
bounding for home -
I crunch diamonds on the land even as I reach
to burrow below -
this morning so lightly touched
there is time to feel the cells within
as their trampoline bounce
lifts,
ends,
begins.