January 2022

another image to capture cold

to feel stillness and starkness

to know home isn't a place 

but maybe a time in our lives 

when we need quiet and beauty

it takes time to witness an icicle 

to wonder which drop will hold on

my hand against the windowpane

comes away cold with laced lines

my life line is curved and longer 

on one hand

it's the one I reach for you with

x

o

 

December arrives in all her frosty glory hanging lace prayer shawls from trees & powerlines & the wonder & beauty teach you to shut the mouth & open the heart. The ground crunches to remind she is being walked upon. You are being held. She allows diamonds on your eyelashes & the tiny hairs in the nose you almost forgot you had. Don't Forget, she reminds: These things make the will of your life.  

These are your things: Cold feet. Chapped hands in wool mittens. Slower walks. Darkness. 

Do not let them go unnoticed. Cherish how she silently covers the earth & you with sparkles. 

xo