Spring Snow
Pink snow
dusts my winter boots
falling gently,
spiraling down,
sheer crystals
of spring blossoms
kissing
my upturned face,
while plum trees
dance
over
labyrinthine path
growing green
as light cascades
through branches bare
seeking warmth,
seeking the center,
seeking that moment
of stillness
when the heart speaks
and we listen...
Lea
Goode-Harris©
February
2004