Winter Bones

I just returned from a wintery morning walk in the falling snow and received this beautiful poem from a friend over email. It was timely and I felt it today, “the cold grey falls from the air” death lurking in the starkness of the trees. Where is that spark of life? The light is dim now and there is no where to turn but in. So I go in and in until there is no more in to go, only a standstill. Patiently I wait like I might wait for my lover to come home from a long journey. There’s a trembling excitement in the longing to feel the warmth again, life, to know you, new again. And as the cold flows through my bones I rest in the dark dome of winter, the stark, emptiness of my own being and hers and I love what I am.

Thank you for the inspiration at this mid point between the Winter Solstice and the Spring Equinox.

Lines for Winter

BY MARK STRAND