FroZEN

I left the last flower

On the rose bush,

A burst of Joy in the winter low light

Hanging frozen up to sky

In defiance of death

As if by this one measure

I can linger frozen

in beauty of this new day

Stopping time

Hummingbirding—

Hovering over my life

Without my daughter

With all the uncertainty of living

And drinking in the Joy anyways

Like the vital liquid that it is

Even in grief, even in death

Even in winters low light

There is always something blooming

Made even more spectacular

In the defiance, in the darkness

Somehow the web of life

that catches me mid air,

in my presence with what is

In my vibrations of intimacy

With this frozen flower

I feel my family’s completeness

Even with some missing petals

I feel The worlds wholeness

Even with some stormy chaos

I feel oneness, the holy zen

here in presence with Winter—

FroZEN