In the midst of winter,
the willow shines its golden light.
This is where the fairies dance at night.
sings my heart’s song.
If I could imagine the threshold to heaven
it would appear as did this dawn
with depth and light beyond mortal comprehension.
Hope is the energy that beats the heart.
Light is its manifestation.
Love fills the space in between.
In a certain slant of light
one can see past what is there
and into the possibilities of what could be.