Early spring is a rush of action
bird song and critters about on the ridge.
A spark of life within the warming, a light in the
night as was the full moon of March came in my
There I saw things in the glow and dreams.
Scratched a poem or so and made a sketch for a work
in progress. Poetry in motion as it were. A time, here and then,
and then again.
You are the light of the world. The All.
As ever be well.
Stephen Craig Rowe