Morning light comes late
she puts cinnamon in her coffee
sits down and knows.
she knows. she can feel it.
a soft cloak of fresh snow
has covered the earth
while she was dreaming of
riding her bicycle in the rain.
Sounds dampen, the pale morning moon blurs, she thinks of icebergs, blizzards, glaciers how dire and heavy and foreboding
or, how blue and breathy and sublime.
The cabin walls sing:
this is not a plain day.
Though the wind skirls she puts on
her coat, boots, mittens
smells the cold air, walks to the river
where children are whooping in the
magic and ravens watch
from their driftwood perch
We’ll get sunburned on the ice! (someone says)
Maybe in Australia or Bali,
but not here.
She stays warm by
pushing kids on sleds
carrying a baby on the trail
gathering firewood.
This is not an ordinary day
in all of its ordinariness. She shuts the cabin door. Snowflakes swirl.
Light leaves early.
She stays warm by lighting candles,
by imagining a sky painted bronze,
by gazing at the fullness
of a winter’s moon,
her heart a clear river: deep
and gloriously, complete.
Magical! x
Ah, nice job, felt your every move, keeping warm playing with kids, my winter secret that I miss now. Not even a dog to chase now. The warmth of lighting candles, who cares how much heat they give off, it's the flame that warms. Well done, missy! I miss your cabin, though I've never been. Can't wait to x-country ski up there someday… with snowshoes on my back when I can't cut trail anymore… beautiful photos too, ah. You got me with "icebergs, blizzards, glaciers, how dire and heavy and foreboding or, how blue and breathy and sublime." as I saw the icebergs and mini-glaciers of Lake Superior waves, and we had our blizzards, while everyone else got dumped on overnight, we had our 3 ft over a week. Blue sky and ice, and breath, truly sublime. I'm sad I have to wait until next winter again, as I'm having a knee replaced.. (donated all my cartilage in my youth, ha). I'm passing you around, has anyone from here contacted you? Cheers and love, enjoy your winter months… Mike
Beautiful place to sit. I love light. Couldn't live without it.
A landscape of lovely images .. .
I remember once waking up in the morning, and the snow was so deep in Marquette that we had to dig our way out. It was drifted halfway up the front door; we just wanted to go out and play, but of course, we had classes all day. Same blankety warm feeling. Good luck on your knee…and get back to shoveling!
It doesn’t take much to make it all come alive, does it?
A few words, well-chosen, an eye for the small detail, an ear for the small sounds and a soul to drink it all in.
I am so glad you came to find me, now I can always come here and drink you in.
Ah ha! Just discovered Poetry & Pictures…thank you, Friko. I shall drink you in as well!
I can feel your beautiful day, the way the light shines on snow, the swirling, the ravens and crows, the candle light. Thank you for your inspirational words and spirit, too, Monica. I love pausing by your blog to feel the extraordinary ordinariness of everyday.
I love this! …"while she was dreaming of riding her bicycle in the rain…." "Her heart is a clear river. deep, and gloriously complete." My first time here, I will certainly be back.
Thank you, Michele.
A good friend of mine has recently moved from Anchorage to Prescott in search of more sun-time. Beautiful place.