The Rebirth of Hope

The magic in the air is coming down like sparkling flecks of cloud,
The world is turning white, the ice is all around,
My heart is filled with light as my ears and fingers numb,
the sky is gold and rose, the tree branches aglow.

It's winter in the world, but my heart is full of spring,
last night I caught a breath and felt hope beginning.
I'm catching whiffs of the future that taste like the past,
light begins, a peaceful flow through my veins.

The future has beauty. What a magical thought!
The future is a place of growing.
With sunrise walks, and long wise talks
more ice cold winters, more vivid springs, more apple crisp autumns.
More of my soul, stretching into a more flexible version of the little girl I used to be.

P.S. To anyone reading this, go write down 10 things you are thankful for as fast as you think of them. Then go make someone smile. I dare you. Happy Thanksgiving! You are beautiful.