Transformative March winds blow through me and the trees

chasing the most timid and reluctant autumn leaves from their winter hold and

display fiery colour as yet hidden from view.

And I sense a change come over me.

I observe.

I feel the fecund earth move underneath my footsteps.

I breath.

There is a path before me and a path that went before

I am anchored only to my center.

(c) 2010

Artwork: Boreas, 1902, from John William Waterhouse