Song of Survival

green leaves welcome sunshine

fuchsia buds unfurl to tender pink petals

apple tree sings

“I survived!”

Ash Wednesday

I am reminded of my dustiness

I have come from dust, and to dust I shall return. but it will not the end of the story

time for reflection and preparation for Eastering

Lent begins.

canvas tarnished like old silver

charcoal branches pierce fog,

wait for birdsong

In winter all the singing is in the tops of trees. ~ Mary Oliver