“red berries remind me”
on a winter’s day
a warm breeze holds
the promise of spring
and as my senses drink in the world
i wonder: is my red the same as yours?
is the chickadee’s call the same for you?
red berries remind me
that all is not the same for all
that we see what we have learned to see
that each of us is a unique lens, a facet of the whole
that is gathering and reflecting light back
into the Mystery
