WINTER
Water in the pond and the lake
turning to ice - cold moving up
the street into our house and
into our bones - winter is here.
Appreciating big warm blankets,
radiators, the sound of heat pipes
clanking and banging, knowing
here we are till at least March.
Winter - grey mists and then
white snow…. Even if Christ
wasn’t born on December 25,
it was a very good choice.
© Andy Costello, Reflections 2018
No comments:
Post a Comment