Letting go
doesn’t mean
the end of
what you seek
but only
that you pause
to breathe deep
realign with
your purpose
let your roots
find their grip
and then
grow
Cotton candy
horizons
create moments
for daydreams
to slip in
as they soften
the gray
of the day
and make
the winter cold
less uncomfortable
with their beauty
A little mischief
stirs inside
and causes
a hint of a grin
to slide
over lips
as mischief
comes with a
sens of humor
that makes
nearly everything
amusing
Air pulls
in and out
without
hacking coughs
or persistent
tickles
The sweats
nor chills
come to call
and life
begins to return
to normal
on the horizon
just ahead