Trust

safe and secure-
feel this, garden of thought
a new breeze blows...
in the brightness of this star
night shadows have become
dawn's tears that nourish the soil;
fresh growth spirals out of dark cold
to the sweet warmth
of Spring's touch
where the fragrance is hope
and birdsong is a dream
of Summer's fruit...

... in the harvest
of it's guiding light...

mountains are climbed.