Blossoms in Snow
We hang from the limbs like everyone’s prayers
fragile, wondering if we spoke too soon
if we emerged from our deep winter too happily pink.
We’re exposed, paper thin nakedness.
There’s no greater vulnerability
than a rosy smile in a blowing blizzard
And yet, we have no choice,
when that heavenly union of time, sun, and rain
meet us in the center of our divinity.
We are blossoms and we are here to: