Even clarity is a journey
There are no seconds sweet enough
To freeze for future use
You desperately hold on
To every crystal clear moment
Before watching them free fall
Like droplets reflecting your soul
Destined to the mulch
Of victories and blunders
Enriching your past
To the roots you stand on
This ground you dance on
So decorated
With all that you are
mishunderstood 
That makes me cold to look at it! We’ve got a foot of snow on the way. I’m hoping we can soon replace the ice with pretty flowers and colors.
Lots of snow here…can’t wait for Spring! 🙂
Beautiful 🙂
Thanks so much, Melanie. 🙂