Presence

“can we please,

Just be quiet for

A little while, I’m

Finding it hard

To breathe,

The words

They don’t

Come easy to me

Now.”

Its soft, and it’s calm,

Together we are lonely,

I like it; when were together,

Its soft and it’s calm.

I’m glad that I can speak to you,

Share a mere whisper of my voice

From me to you, and you to me.

I am softly connected, to your

Gentle presence 

Spring is coming

In the midst of the cold,

As the ice grows thin and

The wind blows rough,

There is a small thing, a

Beckoning call; from the

Fairies of life, the

Buds of the earth and

The promise of spring.