First light glows the horizon
Where heaven meets earth.
The sky still indigo directly above,
With one solitary star still visible
On this cold clear November morning.
The trees are bare,
The earth in New England settles down
For a long winter nap.
All of the the past year’s leaves and flowers
Lay on the ground
Ready to begin their transformation.
We mourn their passing,
At the same time
We know at the first breath of spring
They will arise to become
something once again beautiful.
I will rest with them
Let my heart
Heal in the warm unconditional love
of the universe
All the pieces I have so carefully put back together,
And the ones I have not found yet,
Will meld together again,
Become whole once more.
I will leave the old hurts in the ground with the leaves
Covered in the blankets of snow
Knowing that the spring will come.