Time passes and we keep moving. Give me the same grace that our fields and forests have to embrace change.
While I would beg spring to rush its growth and wish for hurried foliage and bloom, you would be marvelling at how the leafless trees granted you a deeper look into the land beyond the forest edge. I yearned for colour and life, while you patiently admired spring's slow climb to renewed life.
FIELD OF EMBERS COLLECTION
You were fire, then embers, then spirit. Now I am embers; safekeeping your fire, set on revival.