By Elizabeth Eilers Sullivan
fresh as fallen snow
Layered atop—previous year’s
waters seeped into the ground beneath
The sky above
Expansive and deepened
Horizon to center to vanishing point
Land of living skies
And ground of deepened snow
Step lightly, gentle strength, rising up
No fallen snowflake ever the same.
The poem before the page.
Elizabeth Eilers Sullivan, MA, MFA, is a writer, SourcePoint Therapy practitioner and SomaYoga teacher. With four young boys, adventure and learning to live well while supporting others in health is a joy. Yoga, writing and wellness take her into schools, across states and out into nature, where she feels at home and blissfully grateful for this wild and wonderful life. Read more from Elizabeth at Writing from the Nest.
Photo: Kiyotaka Okami/Flickr
Editor: Marcee Murray King
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