The trees bleed

The trees bleed and our hearts bleed.
The winter never ends.
Time stops and kindness stops.
No one believes in spring.
Then the milk pours. The sap pours.
Life is charged.
Our windows open and our hearts open.
A light creeps in.
Spirit surrounds us, Love surrounds us.
Spring is on the horizon.

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* Enlightened Eclectic (personal writing challenge): Write 365 nature-themed meditations, poems, and/or hymns over the next year, connecting life to nature and mythology to life.

Kristin D. Jones is a deprofessionalized academic, deschooling mom, and author of Goddess Grove.