Spring Ritual

I chose a grey, hazy day in early Spring,

just as the snow has evaporated,

and a frosty wind still burns your fingers and face.

I wander along the beach awhile,

knowing I’ll be left alone,

and sit on the salt-smoothed boulders,

staring out to sea.

The foam gathers on the shore.

The clapping and crashing of the water

drowns out the call of the gulls.

I am present in this moment.

A few rays of light escape the clouds

and the ocean glitters like a rolling multifaceted jewel.

We are born again

out of ice and snow.

We ebb and flow

and respond to the moon.



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