Picking Up Roots

Spring Snow

spring snow
weighs heavy upon 
the green bows
of pine trees,
a gray blanket covers the sky,
the distant waters
don't offer a ripple,

stillness surrounds

the last mourning cry
of winter
as it says goodbye

Wealth

I am a shadow
of who I was -
   yet richer for having been

Sunrise

the impenetrable darkness
before the dawn
is a reminder
to keep going;

the blackness is complete,
yet the light still comes,
first in small hints
upon the horizon

then bold pinks
and fiery oranges
explode across the sky
driving out the night;

the sun always rises,
so too shall we