Rising out of the ashes

Looking into the newness of another tomorrow

thanking the heavy rain that lifts the snow to a form of transmutation

holding your image against the other side of grief

welcoming smiles that leaves no sigh

and rights all wrong

Crusty and weathered

tickling a spot so far down

It can’t be seen with regular gaze

feathers watching the owl screeching it’s mating song to annoyed pelicans

blessing the bottomless pit which ends in infinity

Bursting open with words of possibilities

manifesting visions thought dead

burning off patterns marking the beginning of time

forcing itself from the fire of doubt

making it all better in its own redemption to live another holy day

Out of the ashes