Step Outside
Don’t lament.
The tomb of concrete spreadsheets will rake your soul,
but the barren tracks will be uprooted into flourishing.
Step outside.
The light will cascade off of ice crystals as the flame
subsides its quest,
vanquished yet unconquered.
Listen.
Whispering grass underneath the shadowed limbs
sunken roots, deep and abiding.
Rejoice.
The thaw will awaken the unseen miracles
carrying messages of hope into another day.
