Compass From Wreckage To Grace

A sonnet

Rain folded the frozen earth in her arms, said

“Let me embrace you awhile. Let us transform.”

A world hard as geode, scintillating. 

Glassy overcoats of ice for all the trees

Lovely changelings, till the branches, with dismay, 

Succumbed: the new weight pulling, cracking, crashing.

Broken, weeping on the ground, a wasteful mess.

Yet … now light is welcomed in where limbs were lost. 

Nature ravages itself, and always heals.

Raging fires allow saplings to reach skyward

May our family of three seek the earth’s sure path

Find light and new growth - thrive stronger than before.

Renewal: prequels blooming from epilogues  

Through ice storms, glimmering wreckage, thaw to spring.