The Edge

The Edge By Yvette Trujillo, RScP Over the winter glaciers, I see the summer glow. And through the wind-piled snowdrift, the warm rosebuds below.” — Ralph Waldo Emerson Today I worry about the eager blossoming fruit trees that line my driveway and my own impatient longing for spring. There is a desperation in me after a few beautiful warm and sunny days sparked my hope and fueled my daydreams only to be followed by this …

Yvette Trujillo, RScP

The Edge

The Edge By Yvette Trujillo, RScP Over the winter glaciers, I see the summer glow. And through the wind-piled snowdrift, the warm rosebuds below.” — Ralph Waldo Emerson Today I worry about the eager blossoming fruit trees that line my driveway and my own impatient longing for spring. There is a desperation in me after a few beautiful warm and sunny days sparked my hope and fueled my daydreams only to be followed by this …