Life Always Knows

I rarely use words like glorious and sublime

but this circle of sunshine 

on this winter day

makes me want to skip

each curve in the trail greets me like an old friend.  Hard shadows 

that have followed for days carry me now

to this soft clearing where crows

dip and glide to the hum

of something they seem to hear inside me.  The flap of their wings

reminds me 

that dark and light need each other - invites me to stretch 

arms wider, to stop making any of it wrong. 

Trust

the ground says

let the shadows be your compass, the poetry that points

to the other side

trust that life always, always knows