Looking Again

A few months ago,
snow and ice
and cold seeking my bones.
Now, grass and birds
and the river rising,
it’s roar all that’s heard.
Even my wounds
aren’t what they seemed,
for there’s new life in the world
as there is in me.

©May 2014, Christina Anne Hawthorne

Photo: CA Hawthorne

Photo: CA Hawthorne

Walking path.

Photo: CA Hawthorne

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