Winter Sleep

Winter Sleep

In the dry frigidity
of winter white,
Jack Frost winks
at the vacuous cold
while dancing a
crystalline waltz.

Chilled and quiet
a vibrant living pulses —
preserved in watery depths
and sappy limbs
and burrows of
slumbering furry-ness.

Creation huddles,
wrapped with anticipation of
vernal rays entwined with
the Caretaker’s
warm whisper of
“Well done!” and “Welcome!”

A Prayer on Epiphany

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Father of Lights,
Great Fountain of Life;
unapproachable, merciful God.

In your light, we see light.

Illumine our imagination.
Beam bright the path we trod.
Incite in us what’s good and true.

For the glory of your Son,
our radiant Hope.

Amen.

Version 2

Leaf in Fall

Perennial
daylight recession
tugs at your
chlorophyll cloak.

Unhurried
color-burst revelation
crescendos toward
the last refrain.

Liberated
in fragility
you tumble and glide
as gravity’s captive.

Reclaimed.