toward spring even as
winter still whooshes through us,
shakes us like a wet dog
pelting us with spiky drops.
Turning
the heart toward mystery,
toward the divine,
as we walk into what
we cannot see,
as we turn
rounding this sharp corner,
then that one,
the winding path unclear
but, we trust, leading
to some bright thing,
a centering where we
might find wonder,
we might hold awe
in our trembling hands.
We turn into transformation
even as we cannot see it,
a pilgrimage we make
daily, step by step,
a circuit through
the inner journeys
of our souls.
Güd wrtr 
Oh LOVELY, Janis! Thank you! You penned this so nicely while I, thinking of today, made up a silly joke. “Knock, Knock!” “Who’s there ?” “Equinox on March 20th”. Well . . . I suppose some of us are more talented than others! Thank you for YOUR mind! Love, ~Connie
Ha! Love your equinox joke! Thanks for your kind comments and ongoing readership!