A flower braved the cold with perfect symmetry.
The little stream was fast flowing, bubbling along. Too cold for frogs.
I saw snow balls growing in the cold air.
The path is dark and mysterious.
The noise is giving the cascading water away.
Invisible to the eye, the air is full of tiny drops. Orbs are dancing.
It is an easy scramble up towards the warmth of the sun. Suddenly I see an empty heart, waiting to be filled.
I see life piercing through a thick cover knowing ist direction.
I see a yoni where the protea branches. Every point of growth is marked with the sign of the feminine.
All growth is celebrating life without hesitation. A flower knows no fear.
