Uninspired energy,
wait for the revealing,
wonder-filled pen on paper
opening worlds of
gray skies and green leaves emerging,
roaring wind -- can you hear it --
white feathered bird singing,
lament in the air,
feel it whirling around you,
space for sadness,
longing and loss.

Things don't always come to you the way you wish.
Sit with that reality.
Welcome the sadness blowing through.

The golden heart broken,
Birds fly and trees rustle,
black ink marks,
and worlds beyond.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2018


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