March came in that winter like the meekest and mildest of lambs,

bringing days that were crisp and golden and tingling,

each followed by a frosty pink twilight

which gradually lost itself in an elf-land of moonshine.

~ L.M. Montgomery

kindly and gently saying no to mistrust…

inquiry for today~ waiting for spring too?

the mirror of hope….

Somewhere out there,

someone is listening for birdsong

instead of breaking news-

and the world feels

a little more hopeful there.

~Jo Twist