The whitened scars of winter linger,
Yet above the horizon a snapshot of energy breaks through the darkened clouds.
From the crying intercession the Mourning Dove makes as the day breaks,
To the songs of praise and the reflection of glory the rest of nature pours forth before the first light of the morning,
Every life that has breath, every life that contains color reaches up and sings out.
The warmth of a Southern breeze - the power of a sunrise - the laughter of a child - the atmosphere of life and growth emerging from the rest of the cold - the rejuvenation of our souls.
©Kristen Garcia 3-2013
