Rain Doves

Tears stream, then rest on velvet. And you rest too.

Perched on frozen branch just waiting contently for winter’s harsh to melt. Keeping symmetric- keeping still.

That life and rhythm and green bud will emerge again you are confident-balanced.

Await season’s change, its bend, its surrender- it will come, it will flow, My it will fly!

Perched on swaying branch you rest just waiting contently for spring’s soft.

All in good time….