Puddles of snow
pool under shrubs –
miniature glaciers
for voles to cast through.
Sparrows, geese, all as one
gather round the warmth
floating up
from the subway grate.
Frozen, withered leaves
dangle under squirrel’s tiny pads
stirring breath
in the still air.
Here, in a far corner of my heart
a soft flutter —
you are not yet gone.
I warm myself near.
4 responses to “Small endurances”
Always in our hearts there is the soft flutter. Even if only in the far corner. Love how you put this. Sweetness. Remembrances. Love.
Thank you, Doreen. So appreciate your support and encouragement.
The heart still fluttering, another small animal looking for warmth in the huge winter. <3
Yes. Exactly. You always get where I am going. Thank you!