IMG_1529I’m a harbinger of hope–

ferns will push out from cold earth

despite winter snow

a herald of things to come–

words scrawled across the page

babies that enter the bloodline

with eyes that seek secret corners

a finder of cracked egg shells under the white pine

the just wriggled out of snakeskin in the woodpile

a harbinger of change

each season collecting memories and wanting more

life unfolds moment by moment


like warm raindrops in the sun.

~ Elaine Reardon