Shine On

frosty sunflower

 

Shine on, little one,

though your petals crack 

with cold and icy 

shivers lick hungry

at your tender throat.

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Shine on when Arctic

winds whisper white lies,

slanderous icebergs

distorting your image,

warping your purpose.

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Shine on when frosty

tentacles deaden

pulse, sluggish sap-drips

creeping in dead-end

veins, maze of the damned.

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Shine on despite cold

that hounds, ferocious

predator alert 

for signs of weakness,

patient for the kill.

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For your name is Light.

Your breath blooms as warm 

sunbeams. You were born

to spin straw into

gold; so shine, shine on.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Evergreen

sprucebranch

Frozen,

wrapped in icicle lights,

pummelled with Arctic blasts;

snow-whipped,

frigid-crisped,

cursed with frosty casts.

Short days,

perennial nights,

benumbed betwixt and between;

underdogged, trodden-downed,

and yet –

evergreen.

Eyes Squeezed Tight

hoarfrost maple

Eyes squeezed tight to shut out cold

can’t see a winter world lit gold,

will not perceive the gift of ember,

can’t truly LIVE throughout December.

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Our instinct when in pain is to flinch and shut it out – what are we missing of the lesson intended?

When Grace Cascades

frosty morning tree

Shiver-struck in winter’s grip,

frigid-bleak and glacial-crisp;

branch out, soul, when ice invades,

the more to catch when grace cascades.

Have You Seen Cold?

sundial sparkle

Have you seen Cold?

Henna-blued in shade Cold,

Stiff and frigid suede Cold,

Sparkled, gem-inlaid Cold,

Have you seen Cold?

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Have you heard Cold?

Crisply crunching whack Cold,

Ice upheaval crack Cold,

Blizzard-blowing smack Cold,

Have you heard Cold?

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Have you felt Cold?

Puts your soul to sleep Cold,

Biting, makes-you-weep Cold,

Hurts-to-breathe-in-deep Cold,

Have you felt Cold?

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Loosely based on Joanne Oppenheim’s delightful children’s book ‘Have You Seen  Birds?’  For those of you who have never experienced temperatures in the -40s, you can’t possibly imagine Cold.  Here is your crash-course introduction…

Sing a Song of Winter

Winter Sparrow

Sing a song of winter,

a sparrow with a chill;

Sing about the way he flits

while filling up his bill.

Croon for him a song of old,

to sing the cold away;

Harmonize with frost and ice,

and winsome-warm his day.

The Tree

smothered

Coldness blunts the sunshine’s rays,

smothers all the warmth in haze,

keeps the Tree from dancing light

and knitting oxygen in flight –

but Tree won’t fret or swallow fear,

for she knows Christmas time is near,

when Peace and Love can melt the snow

and blanket Earth with heaven’s glow.