CAROLYN CONGER, PhD

As it is, the white crystal snow

Wrapped like a shawl around a great tree

Gives its permission for a time out

And, still in its winter meditations,

Like a great Buddha

Hides the green eruptions 

To come

Neither your Excitement and Anticipation

Nor your Fear 

Nor need for Power...

When your heart aches
And, some inner voice
Recites that old list of faults

Or when the colors of the world
Seem to pale and your
Trying to be positive and upbeat
Seems like a lie you tell to yourself

Remember that I too have felt this
And, so have your mother, father, f...