Ann Keiffer

Changing Season

The house is clean,
vacuumed, dusted,
polished, fresh…
iron angel propping open
the front door…
sunlight leaning in,
drawing a warmed rectangle
on the entry floor…
breeze sighing
through the open window…
and suddenly
on its breath
I catch
the unmistakable tang
of coming change.
Had I not seen
this morning
how far back in my
Almanac for the Soul
the bookmark rests,
I could yet believe
what is coming
might be spring.

Ann L. Keiffer
October, 2018

Image Credit: Digital Collage by Ann Keiffer


About Ann

I am interested in the strange beauty of brokenness, in transforming possibility in difficult times, in how we heal even when we can’t get better, in the alchemy of surrender, in the interplay of light and shadow, in the bounty of everyday wonders, in the gift of laughter…and writing about it, all and everything.

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