A handful of love from the land,
snow covered and sleeping, now,
but ever and always life giving.
That thick blanket of snow will soon give way
to rivers and returning birds,
to waking animals,
sprouting seeds and budding flowers.
The turning wheel pauses for an instant
as we look around with love struck eyes
at the bountiful lives we lead.
3 Replies to “Handful of Love”
Those hands are a heart, holding the sweet juiciness of the red rose hips. I love it: a valentine for people and robins.
I love that pausing for an instant. I can actually feel it when it happens, and it’s a nice feeling, of still ness, in the heart. Beautiful.
what a beautiful red heart your hands make in that photo!
what words to remind us how lucky we are.