Wednesday's wintery wind

After Wedneday's wintery wind, the flowers
on my lavender bush waved carelessly in different directions
like a great head of hair
on the girl
who' doesn't appreciate it.
Maybe this spring,
I will finally feel warm
enough at least to recognize that I was never truly in danger,
and God hadn't left.
Maybe next year, I'll remember this year,
and know how to recognize goodness
in the low lying lavender just below
my front door
that was tossed til it looked like the hair
that I always wished I'd had.

((and the girl with great hair is looking back at me, wishing
she had a front door.))