In my yard, unsteady, I’ve taken my first steps since October. Winter’s glories abound, and its desolation…
Winter’s Feast
At winter’s feast, I drink the yellow jasmine –
Paint my lips with blood-pink bloom –
Rub my hands with Rose of Mary;
In their rooms, dear pansies flirt and swoon.
At winter’s feast, I touch the veined hydrangea –
Dress my hair with leaves of old –
Drown in sun’s light, close my eyes tight;
In their rooms, dear pansies smile and scream, bold.
At winter’s feast, I shiver with the branches –
Hold their bony hands in mine.
Grey becomes the sky, becomes me.
All the while mad pansies breathe the Winter air malign –
and dream of Spring.
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January 10, 2021 at 9:16 am
hurray!
January 11, 2021 at 10:13 am
Your messages to me in the early days made more difference than you can possibly know. Xoxo
January 10, 2021 at 9:44 am
Love this! So beautiful!
January 11, 2021 at 10:13 am
Thank you so much, dear Bryant!! Xoxo
January 10, 2021 at 6:41 pm
Beautiful! And glad you’re rapidly on the mend. Steady as she goes…
January 11, 2021 at 10:14 am
Oh Don, I’m not very steady yet. But I will take that as my new motto!! And aspire… xoxo
January 15, 2021 at 9:33 am
Lovely reminders that not all that is dark and dreary is without a purpose and winter will give way to spring…soon.