I look up into the

clear blue sky when

I hear the sharp cry

of the Cooper’s hawk,

stopping to feel the 

warmth of the sun

on my face after so 

much cold, so much ice

that I almost forgot

how delightful a day

over 30 can be when

the grass is beginning

to peek through the 

patches of snow and

the road is clear for

walking and spirits

are lifting and the

monks have finished

their journey through

ice and snow and cold

and have brought 

hope and joy to the

entire world. May all

be like them and vow

to make each day

a peaceful one.

(Photo is AI generated)