corner view~winter

Winter

Ode to the days when the ground is bare
and brown
and covered with heaven's white.

The time is silent, still and long,
and darkness will come
before she can sing again.

Her lantern burns both day and night.
The hearth a dance of yellow and orange.
Outside her children run and play.
They do not fret for loss of light.
They do not mind the sleeping sun.
 
It is enough that their tiny hands
are warm inside the blue woolen mitts
that Grandma knit just last week.
It is enough that they can build a man of snow.
They are angels to her, like the ones they leave
on the meadow ground.

So rest your head, 
and restore your heart,
while the huddled beasts sleep
embraced in the night's sky.

Where, she pleads, is our light?
Remember and trust, its time will come.


- I wrote this today for a friend.  I haven't written a poem in a long time.  Thanks Gary, for the encouragement.

Welcome back everyone to corner view.  Happy 2011!  Next week's them is organic form and it comes from Nadine.   FYI organic form is an art term: organic form refers to three dimensional form that is irregular, using a combination of edges that are curved or angular, usually thought of as occurring in nature.  The opposite of geometric.  Think snow covered boulders to get you started...