Steady she goes

Steady steady

small steps to peace

never-ending

but with the flattening of snow

against my winter boot

a small extension of something warm

that holds

I am becoming able to count my breathing

I am becoming able to point at the goodness around me

and forgive that which won't hold the warmth in place

and comes and fades

and capture those moments

patiently

in the woolen palm of a gloved hand

a soft glow

a loving sigh

a hope-tinged puff of smoke

vanishing as it comes