Photo © 2017 Jennifer Wagner
Each season has its own offering. Spring buds. Summer glows. Autumn colors. Winter shrouds. In winter, we hold contradictions up to the waning light, swirl them round the glass, sip. Our losses are bettered in this reflection, when we can begin to see what good comes even after the fissured earth cracks again, when what remains softens, fills.
how silent now
this path strewn with jagged stones
a softening of snow
© 2017 Jennifer Wagner