Yesod she’b Gevurah*
Ya, You offer me sun rising above the hill
                 behind me
You send light sliding downhill
                 before me.
In the valley of my life I praise
                 this vision—
tree trunk shadows, slender wands
                 descending
to the base of the hill, until fire’s light,
                 sprung free,
slides across our road and swims
                 through meadow grass,
igniting frost crystals which flash and shimmer
…………along every self-renewing blade
moments before they drown
                 in their own melting.
                                                     4/28/2014
     *Generation/Connection within Boundaried Strength