Photo by Nicole DeVito
Lie low to the wall
This is the time to be slow,
Until the bitter weather passes
The wire brush of doubt.
Try, as best as you can, not to let
Scrape from your heart
All sense of yourself
And your hesitant light.
If you remain generous,
Time will come good;
And you will find your feet
Again on fresh pastures of promise,
Where the air will be kind
And blushed with beginning.