Six More Weeks of Winter

 I wrote this poem in the winter of 2014. My best friend’s infant son had died the summer before and my cousin’s infant daughter was battling cancer. It didn’t make sense then. It doesn’t make sense now.

Six More Weeks of Winter
An icy, gnarled claw
Grips our valley, homes, our land.
Unprejudiced, be damned,
Be young, be old, have all, have none.
Piercing wind blows through
Windowpanes turned masterpiece
Bitterness and beauty kiss
In one breathtaking gust.
A seasonal haven forsaken,
Becomes a seasonal desert.
Groaning under her winter weight
She speaks to those who hear.
Heads low, eyes down.
Men scurry door to door
Seeking respite from the cold
Seeking hope and seeking home.
So is the winter of the soul
A heart encased in grief.
An unrelenting claw
Comes tearing at my peace.
My breath taken without consent
In awe of life, shocked by death.
Where is my home? Where is my hope?
My respite from the cold?
My groaning will not cease
Until springtime thaws the freeze,
Until hope reveals its face,
And death has lost its sting.

The Return

Step away from your screen

Long enough to see

To notice

The enchanting worlds

At your feet

Moss, grasses, cracks in the sidewalk


We share this earth


Step away from the news

Long enough to dream

                                To imagine

A world where there’s enough

A world

Where all funding is cut

And we have

Everything we need


Step away from your point

Long enough to breathe

                                To feel

Your chest rise

And fall

The air, dry, in your nose

Each in

Each out proclaiming you’re alive


Step away from the mirror

Long enough to look

                                At one

Who has been where you are

Our society

Praises youth over age

But ask

Where have the elders gone?


Step away and be still

And know God is here

                                And know

You are loved

For to act

In any other way

Is to work

For the one whom you fight


Step away and listen

Long enough to hear

                                The earth

She has words for us

She longs

To teach us the new, old way

And again

We will dwell

In the land of the infinite