24 December 2008

an answer in winter

Greetings, my lovelies!! I know it's Christmas Eve and it may be awhile before you get a chance to see this, but the month of December was looking rather lonely on this blog of ours. I don't have much to say, but there is something I wanted to share with you.

As much as I don't love how the snow impedes my ability to go about my life as I normally do, it somehow allows me a creative focus above and beyond what I typically possess. The following poem is a fruit of such a time this last week. I still consider it a working draft and have not yet discovered its title, but am still fairly pleased with this current incarnation.

Merry Christmas, my loves!! Hugs and warmth to you.

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but for the hiss of snow
melting on my cheeks,
but for the fog of breath
exhaling from my lungs,
a gust of steam in the frozen air.

All is calm.

The landscape is thrown into sharp relief;
hues of brown, green, and blue
each look as black as the other
taking on the weight of white.

All is bright.

I look up:
crowned with the weight of snow
the tops of evergreens bend,
bowing earthward
like magi at the nativity.


christianne said...

Ooooh, Kirsten, such a hush in these words. I love the line "taking on a weight of white." I also love the image of the evergreens bowing earthward.

What's particularly interesting is the way I could picture this entire poem in my mind because of the pictures you've been sharing of the snow. Even the line about snow melting on your cheeks recalled for me the two pictures of you looking up at the sky with your cuter-than-cute little snow cap on. :)

Wouldn't it be grand to be holed up in a cozy place, all together in a snowstorm with no intention of having to go out? Sigh.

kirsten said...


yes, christianne. your plan sounds perfect!!