Light On The Page

Somewhere in between the printed words

I find myself in the velvet place

where secrets are imparted

as quietly as dew lifting

And the awareness

spreads like color

across sun-brightened fields

and joy —

like the spring trilling

of many tiny birds

So these are the promises

and this is how they are fulfilled —

in the soft silence

of becoming new.

©Wendy Mulhern

February 9, 2015