in winter the cold
corrugates the soul, crumpling
it up like paper
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foreliving
in frozen january
i catch myself
longing for spring
a gift from sunny florida
every year at Christmas
my grandfather’s sister
sends him a box of oranges
from Florida — sometimes
grapefruits, too, which he
prepares for us of a morning
with an expert hand
weather advisory
the TV weatherman
is probably telling us
not to get excited
new wonders
that winter was one of walking
of stalking the sunset’s glow
to the western road and then
watching the fire fade from the treetops
before shrugging home in the dusk
bared
in winter the trees
show their secrets
february first
shall I tell you about the ephemeral sparkle of light on wood
as each piece of cracked glass in the vase
caught and held the lampgleams for a moment
Sister Winter
… But my heart is
Returned to sister winter
But my hands are
As cold as ice …
Feast-Keeping: The Longest Night of the Year
In much of the Northern Hemisphere the days are growing shorter, colder; the darkness catches us off guard with its earliness. The trees have passed their peak of autumn splendor and now are giving up their withered leaves one by one; the flowers are fading fast; the browning grass is going to sleep until the spring. All nature is making the long descent into winter, to the longest night of the year, but we humans rage against this dying of the light.
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rime
i woke one morn in winter past
the world still hushed and sleeping fast