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.
Wintering
Heart.
Sandy Carlson Social