An Alternate Reality

Archive for January, 2017



In the dry desert,

a drop of dew on the wind

feeds a thirsty sprout.

Winter’s Rest

Winter resting
huddled warm
nothing to plan
no place to go 

Forgotten, worries
sorrows, numb
just here waiting
the rest will come

The Gifts of the Christmas Cactus

From segmented green stems
come buds of growth,
extensions of the life that is.

But then, a surprise,
a red tip, like a droplet of blood,
builds and expands,

And unfurls in a burst of color
that are the blossoms
of the cactus flower. 

These gifts of the Christmas Cactus,
as precious as the gifts of the Magi,
are hope and life. 

They are affirmations of continuation,
in the deepest dark of winter.
They are bursts of joy that inspire us to hope.