#10

This last day

of a winter

that barely

was,

snow art

leaves its

glory

everywhere

it can,

making

itself

known

before

it surrenders

into spring.

We humans,

before
we die,
often

concern

ourselves

with leaving

our mark,
gathering
up
evidence
that
we
existed.

We want

to be

remembered,

re

membered,

as though

what we are,

the love we are,

can

be

dis

membered.

No worries.

It is

always

here,
always

whole.

Carol Barrow
March, 2018