Through all the fogs through
all earth's wintry skies
I scent the spring, I feel
the eternal air
Warm soft & dewy, filled with
flowery eyes
And gentle murmuring motions
everywhere
Of life in bird & tree & brook
and moss-
Thy breath wakes beauty, faith &
bliss & prayer
And strength to hang with nails
upon Thy Cross.
-Lilias Trotter (from A Passion for the Impossible)
*the photo: We were at The NY Botanical Garden. My daughter inched closer and closer to a little brown rabbit who just stood there for the longest time nibbling on a plant. He seemed oblivious to us. He was straight out of a Beatrix Potter story, all that was missing was his little blue jacket.
