Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Winter Ending

When skies conspire
to suffocate the light
and leaves wither
and breathing creatures crawl into
ground-holes and wait--
winter lays its stiff shroud
of snow; and all is silent.

This winter has been long,
Narnian: not wicked in itself
but ill-conceived.
There has been no war
for many years but
neither has there been
feasting. Our dim hearth fires
have not brought joy and have made
no gains upon the cold.

I discovered today, while
folding a child's shirt,
that I begin to want goodness;
not merely as a matter of course
but as longing.

Ah, the melt begins!


Ron said...

Hey Rachel,

Glad to hear you're coming to town! I tried to email you, but it bounced so I thought I'd try this route instead. We'd love to see you all and we'd be happy to babysit as well - just let us know the details!

You can email me at rsnelson42@gmail.com.

Winona said...

Great work.