i think that happens a lot to folks.
Oh yes, I remember that part of the highway....a lonely place to be......I love the hope of healing at the close, when the heart turns towards spring, knowing one has done the best she could.
Beautiful but lonely poem. Good to see you again on my blog ♥
We've all made bad choices, but just like dingy clothing we take them off and wash them clean. The spring is going to be a wonderful time for growth.
I'm glad you put a bit of 'hope' into this, Gail. We make our bed and then have to lay in it. But most beds await to be emptied when morning comes. Can't go to far with a proverb type saying can we?..
WHat a fine poem! It hurts to look through ice like that, to realize the bridge is gone. Ouch. I feel it.
Life can be a lonely winter path. Or it can be walking barefoot in togetherness.. Bridges that are broken can be mended, but sustaining through the winter makes the difference.
Well said "Bjorn". I agree. Well done my friend, well written.
Sometimes there is no way back but there is always forward and something to look ahead to.
Sad . . . Thoughts?
OMG OMG this is ME...how did you know... if i could write i would have written this one... sad but true..
Great poem, Gail...and that last picture of the snow along the water is awesome! Hope all is well with you.
Love the last photo. We all make mistakes, but God gives us grace and forgiveness, and strengthens us to build a brighter tomorrow. Reminds me of the song "Lord, to My Heart Bring Back the Springtime"
Me too. Oh how is it that you know my mood and write of it? You truly are my soul sista. xoxo Oma Linda
so beautifully dark
Great writing! Winter makes many of us feel that way!
I read this darker, seeing a frozen body waiting to be exposed come spring. Too many give up too soon.
This is a good one, Gail. The ice, burning and thawing...in the end.
Nice one, Gail..Hope your daughter is healing more every day. I still have her in my prayers. Have a great day.
I love the idea of winter as a time to reflect on the things that haven't gone so well... and to plan for ways to make them better... once the dark cold is less oppressive. ♥
Wonderful poem and so pertinent to all of us.Lynne x
Asking forgiveness is the start of melting the ice and preparing for spring…
Exactly what I asked for. Thanks, Gail.
Very dark but with a glimmer of hope for the emotional spring that renews us all. That last picture is stunning.
Bridges can be re-built. Even daffodils know that spring is around the corner. That is why they are brave enough to bloom, surrounded by a field of snow.
The pain of remorse is so vivid in this.
In the gamut of "tails, tenacity and tedium" (to lift a great phrase from your blog), there always comes dark winter, the greatest moments of absence and failure. It's the earth's way, and we all go through that door (which you define so emotionally precise here) to live on to spring. The body regenerates, even maybe the heart.
Some bridges are for burning some are for saving our lives. That is an amazing photo!!
Never good to burn those bridges! Well, unless there's a monster coming across. In that case, light the match, eh?
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