What could possibly stir my heart in January?
January— time of absence,
dreaming and longing,
time during which we save the energy
for another time.
here it is!
the life blood that sustains me
till the scarlet blossoms appear
and my hope is kindled anew once more.
It must be a miracle, it surely is a gift.
What would I do if I were Persephone?
Color photograph and poem, © Redlefsen, 2005