Good Morning, Starshine

The snow-covered back woods at dawn, the puffy white outstretched arms of the trees

like so many ballerinas, arms a flutter and curved just so,

I know I see it clearer than you do, for it's in my soul, this winter freeze.

The sun will change it, it's only here for me now, and then it will go.

So, I take it with me in my head, and let the image tease:

The trees (at dawn) . . . . . The memory (gone).

~ Morna C-M

First Snow .....

"Forest and field are covered with snow."

I'm counting on Eva to make corrections to incorrect translations.  :-)

We've had our first snow and it was fairly impressive. All the schools were closed today. But we are nowhere near sledding snow yet. I hate it that my daughter has to drive to work in the very early morning hours, on these hilly, curvy, and possibly icy roads. Snow Day used to mean fun. Now it means worry. But I'm trying, really trying, not to be an overbearing worrywart Mom. It's not easy. I'm so good at imagining the worst, and deluding myself that if I worry about something hard enough, then it won't happen! It seems that ever since my daughter was born, I have been learning the lesson that I can't live her life for her, and I can't protect her from the world. Motherhood sometimes seems like a continuous, never-ending process of learning to let go. But it's pretty wonderful, isn't it? Every time you let go, it's because your child has developed a new skill of their own. So, maybe I don't get to hold her hand forever, but I think I'll always be blessed by being held in her heart. I imagine it goes without saying that she will always be held in mine. ♥

Funny, I thought this post was going to be about snow. :)