the first sign of hope

morning broke

a fine mist sprinkled through the airand for the first time

in a long time

the birds found their voice

in the warming air

translate: layer upon layer of chiffon and only a few hand tacked pieces at the neck... the gown transcends to the floor with little constraint

two become one

the snow warms and meets the frozen ground
blended together... a fine mist covers the edge

snow melt

in between clumps of forgotten snow
a golden hint of yellow reflects in the sun
bringing a new found hue into what was a white world.