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
