New ideas poke up,
breaking through the icy crust
of my conscious mind,
brave thoughts,
still trembling
with the energy expended in flagging
my dozey attention.
I think of spring bulbs
struggling to brighten the garden,
still shivering beneath a snowy blanket.
My toes wiggle in their woolly socks
as I lean forward,
reaching to new beginnings.
I can feel this one right in my toes.
Love Vera
Thanks, Vera, me, too!
Hello Kimberly! Good to hear from you – I’m a new follower! A very happy Spring to you, and joyful walking…
Lovely to meet you here, and many thanks for joining me!
Your brave thoughts not only encourage me but give me Courage for this day. Thank you, Kimberly…
These tender words are very courageous and strong… they speak of the wonders of this Spring, this promise of Winter… XO
Yes, the tender courage of Spring…. it takes us back to the root of courage, which is heart, doesn’t it? xo
Aaahhh, I love to see the dandelions coming! It was (and still is) awefully cold here and I’m so tired of winter. Yep, wiggling toes in woolen socks.. still. Stay warm and enjoy the weekend dear one!
It’s a bit better here today, Marit. I’m hoping that maybe, maybe, spring is on the way… at last!