TwiLight

Twilight falls … snow falls … darkness and cold arrive on my doorstep. Inside, I spin and turn from task to task, project to project. I take out soup and three hours later, realize I have forgotten to heat it … eat it.

I can feel my life shifting into a new season – just as spring is out there … waiting in the wings. She will arrive and unfold into the lilacs, the lillies, the robins, the ravens. She will spread her warmth throughout the land, and we will rejoice – quietly or boisterously – as is our nature and our will.

I will unfold also – I am uncertain of what awaits me in the wings – it is shadowed and limned …