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.