In partnership with Hope Meadow

 

Last month, I held milkweed seeds in my hand and wanted them to linger in the sunlight and warmth

only to admire their silk and seed

 

I could sense they needed to be

on their way someplace else,

 

so I opened my hand.

 

Across the mountain today in a world of white and gray falling particulars came close

I opened my hand to receive white puffs ~ none alike ~

linked arm in arm in arm.

They can’t stay long either.

For just a moment, we witness these miracles that fly

with a knowing of not yet home.​

With a wink and a nod, they are on their way to an appointment with one another in the seasons to come.