Heart to heart
There is no cure
To fires longing
Ever seeking
To know
The eyes of love
The rite of spring
Unfurled on wings
Lifted lonely aching
Barren branches
Quake to know
The wind and rain
And sun
Boughs that join
The earth and sky
Spirit holds the hand
Of life the essence
Of the dream
Rising through
A sacred cord
Photo: Morning Sunfire by gfs
grandfathersky 
A beautiful poem and photo, Peter!
Photo was a sunrise out my back door. Magic is everywhere!
You’re right about the magic!
It’s awesome!
It finally arrived. Now, all we have to do is watch the sun dry up the leftover snow . . .
Ah yes, and the snow that is still coming as the sun climbs higher in the sky …
….the earth rises to meet her lover sky……….. (this is beautiful – amazing the image a lack of rhyme can paint) >3
There is also the analogy to the rising kundalini fire in the spirit of the human
the liquid light of the soul
Gosh Pete, the picture and your words….a rising tide. ❤
… lifts all boats ! Thank you 🙂