One murmur
And the pond

Breathes

A sigh of relief

That heaves the ice
And breaks it
Into more than enough pieces

For me,
The unbelieving fishermen
Set adrift by this miracle,
And the half dozen geese

Standing at the edge
Hungry and ready to receive

One murmur
And there is enough
Grace to go around.

A cool breeze
Snuffs the light
Murmurs
Sleep tight
Murmurs

Spring
To a

Wintering

Heart.