thaw

late winter

in front of the fireplace,

sipping tea

in my bare feet

wood floor,

cool

the scent of a new rug,

chamomile,

lavender,

rain

mist

hovering,  fad  i   n    g

—spring!

© 2017 Jennifer Wagner

Shroud

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