Daffodil

The push and pull of seasons keeps me on edge in a good way

which buds will survive the dance between winter and spring

keeping fingers crossed that tender seeds waiting to bust up and out of the earth hold tight just a little longer.

I continually find myself out there looking

checking...

The birds know what's up. 

Mahonia

Even when it's pouring...

Even when my heart is breaking...

And I think there can be no more...

there is light...

There is always light...

It peaks through the cracks...

It reflects off the drops of rain that will eventually fall to the saturated earth...

Sometimes I have to look for it...

Sometimes it stares me straight in the face...

Thankfully, it is always there.