Brave and determined
we hold on to what is safe
to that which is familiar.
Winds blow, storms rage,
but we stay attached,
grounded in the roots
of all we have known.
Until a day comes
when the pain of holding on,
becomes greater
than the pain of change,
and we glimpse hope
in a life yet to be.
Mother Nature has a way
of softening the blow,
her timing is perfect
her voice so soft
calling us forward,
Helping us to let go.
By Alison Fielding.
Published by throughrosetintedglasses54
Writer, photographer, countryside lover. chicken keeper dog lover, dreamer.
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Through rose tinted glasses. 
beautiful.
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Thank you Gary. Enjoyed your post today and had a little chuckle. Love the view from your deck.
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Beautiful Alison. You know how much I relate to Nature for inspiration so this poem does speaks to me. Beautifully written.
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A lovely expression of the constantly changing rhythm of life.
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Looking forward to this snow too alison. Xx
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Awesome
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