rain turning to ice
transforming to snow reverting to
sunshine on March mud
Today is the birthday of my sister Iris, born on the same day in the same year and in the same city as poet and fiction author Naomi Shihab Nye, who said, "Poetry calls us to pause. There is so much we overlook, while the abundance around us continues to shimmer, on its own." My sister is also a poet and author, and like Naomi, she takes time to pause, to look and to celebrate the abundance around us.
This morning I awoke to a shimmering world. The rain that began last night had turned to ice and then snow, sparkling in the morning sunlight and already beginning to melt. I went out, in pyjamas and snow boots, to gaze at the tiny glimmering ice sculptures capping last year's seed pods and this year's buds. Even though we are tired of cold, the wonder of this, surely, last fling of winter made this special day even more special.
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