Bare branches do not mourn their naked state standing against a winter sky uncovered The fields do not grieve the fallow season nourishing themselves with rest And so we too go dormant to regroup, to restore gathering what we need close to our hearts Finding the quiet space to heal ourselves - Caroline A. Slee
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Ice fishing
When was the idea born - To sit upon the ice - And simply wait - For a baited hook - To find its target? Patience And many layers Winning out Over elements and armor We bend with the seasons Carving our path And searching out What we need - We lose a dormant season … Continue reading Ice fishing
The Windy Season
The storms that come Bring no release All hope is dormant We rest quiet Broken In so many ways Digging deep For spirit To rise again We are cast about Facing into the wind Remembering easier days As we push and strive Always forward No matter the heart We cannot find ~ Caroline A. Slee