Month: January 2021

Winter sunlight
  shimmers, weak,
  yet offers 
  faint hope,
  gentle warmth.
  
Inspiring the landscape,
  deathly cold,
  to reveal
  beauty, persisting
  amidst the ice.
  
Promising
  that cold will not
  last eternal,
  that we will not
  always be frozen.
  
Life 
  even now, 
  endures,
  and is,
  dear. 

Memories
  of yesterdays 
    weave through 
      my todays,
  casting bittersweet shadows
    of grief
      and of joy.
  
Reminders 
  of what has been lost, 
    of what remains,
      of what has been
        gained.
  
Absence
  amplifying 
    the dearness
      of what is;
  haunting 
    with reminders
      of fragility.
  A gaping hole –
    what will fill?
  
Life
  but a breathe -
    in, and out;
    ordinary, and precious;
    heartbreaking, and beautiful;
      with beginning, 
        and end.