Unfurling fanfare, The piper amid three pines Heralds, Heart-racing, Heady and free.
Birdsongs in winter, higher, shriller, call to hearth, home, longing a sun-warmed life. Frothy green, the winter lichen circumspect the pines, inching towards a sun-warmed death.
Today I watched my neighbor precisely arraigning chairs placed perfectly parallel. Silently, I wished for chaos to meet the order of that backyard, Rather than face the hurricane of my own.
Acceptance Reveals a key, Opens a door. Courage takes a step. In and out. Through the door and back. What If’s versus Why Not’s Awareness Less a map, Will forge the path, Clear the heart, Free the soul.