Yet the breeze has cologned with forsythia and gone dancing with the willow dressed in green.
Soil turned beckons while the pond echoes alive.
And I nestle the most marvelous new life of all here in my arms.
Out of the gray of winter, from the black of my womb, forth from the despair of a tomb. Life parts hard earth, opens wide my body, cracks rock.
How do I get to hold the miracle of life - be the miracle?
How have you been in awe of life new?