Trees, hoar-frosted, rimed with pure, white light;
bright sun shatters morning mist . . .
Around a mirrored mountain lake,
the loon’s call echoes eerily . . .
Gold-rimmed dusk-horizon,
crowned with a paint washed sky . . .
Spiralling to earth on a jewelled night,
bright beneath blue moon.
Love’s first flush;
a world more filled with meanings . . .
‘Marry me’ – a pebble’s splash that stuns and ripples outward;
secret bubble hugged close to my heart . . .
That miracle – new life;
part you, part me, but totally herself . . .
Watching your child take wing and fly –
and letting go with love . . .
Witnessing a face light up,
responding to your smallest act of kindness . . .
Creating magic, with intent,
for loved ones, and watching them unbend . . .
That moment when you recognise
the universe unfolding exactly as it should . . .
Making a difference, however small,
for just one person or the world.
