We Will Not Be Lost

This morning my mind is as feral as the wind,
thwarted at finding stillness
when there is so much to be done.

My heart will depart at her own volition
and walk nearer to silence,
dismissing the forceful gales of distraction.

This grist of too many thoughts
in a pristine landscape of winter's invitation
to observe the starlit skies
and to wait is a gift.

Love the swirl of blinding ice
the gathers on the juniper branches
and weighs us down with love.

Even in the darkness and chaos of the storm,
we will not be lost.