R.S.V.P.

Winter Pond

The invitation arrives every day--

in the bright spot of sunlight on an otherwise darkened forest floor that perfectly illuminates the first wildflower of spring,

or the freshly laid footprints left in a dusting of snow that lead from a clearing,
and step within,
beyond,

or a fine feather found resting, undisturbed,
beneath the tree you walked past yesterday, without it.



Those moments when, as if accepting an outstretched hand,
we are drawn in--
to see.

please click to enlarge
(tiny hidden detail)

And are held there,
watching.



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