Though we are not in the deep throes of winter here, the stream of consciousness brought this poem to the foreground. May it spark something good in you today!
Disconsolate Leaves © 2014 Molly Lin Dutina
A few disconsolate leaves blow and tumble over the ice pack soon to be trammeled to muck by rainstorm later today Rest me now, I pray. Take me to the center-down silence of surrender Pour Your living water over my soul Prepare me for resurrection life today and always Surrender and rest have to do with moments, like leaves blown across ice pack yielding to the wind and rain