Winter, pooling in the puddles of March
      with the smell of grass still frozen to the ground
         and the tamarack brown upon the marsh.

A lacy leaf,
a gray beauty, barely visible
from a different season.

The breeze strengthened
and direction changed,
   …the lengthened days
         will birth the
         … praying hands
from within the embryonic buds. 

About Mary Herbert

I am a gentle listener, a woman of few words. My journey through life has been a spiritual one, as well as a physical one. My daughter, Katie, and I thought it would be interesting to combine some of our giftings/talents in a blog and see what happens. Let us know what you think!

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