this Christmas morn--
snowman leans
while
house sleeps
white Christmas is
washing away.
thousands of
tiny beads of light
glisten on
my window
outside
wind blows
branches fall
O electricity!
outside
wings flutter, spray;
bathe in melted snow
they
need
their
Christmas feast.
the air is heavy--
i feel the wet
in my lungs.
mist snakes
around feet,
ground
freshly thawed
and it slips
from my hand--
insignificant,
overlooked
seed
sinks
in newly stirred
mud
where it will be
cradled
until spring
when hard shell
softens and
life
bursts forth.
This
is the beginning
of
Christmas.
Written in response to L.L. Barkat's "Beginnings" writing project. It's not too late to enter for a chance to win a lovely book.
16 comments:
Beautiful!
Blessings and prayers, andrea
Laura, your words raise the hairs on my arms. So beautiful!
Like this a lot, Laura. "Mist snaking around my feet." Nice.
Oh! Beautiful. You brought me right there, the wet and cold and the washing of the rain. I love to think of that seed, beginning!
Lovely, Laura. Evocative. Wonderful images created with words.
I saw a seed fallen on a field of snow today ... made me savor spring
This...
"while
house sleeps
white Christmas is
washing away."
It feels like that with many things. We sleep and a disappearance sets in...
Such touchable words you weave here, time and again. And that snaking mist...
Blessings.
And thus we stand on the threshold of a new "begin"...
New moments of a New Year.
Let's live them well--snow, rain, and the holy melt in between.
peace~elaine
There is a tugging and a stirring and an echo of the cold stillness as I read this. I had many parts that stood out, but the ending is just the ticket!
"where it will be
cradled
until spring
when hard shell
softens and
life
bursts forth.
This
is the beginning
of
Christmas."
Because Christmas really IS all about Easter!
Maria
As someone who is always sad when Christmas ends, I love the imagery of it already beginning again.
Beautiful word pictures Laura. I am so thankful for new beginnings.
This had such a light, hopeful feel to it. Nicely done!
I love these lines:
"the air is heavy--
i feel the wet
in my lungs."
Beautiful descriptive language! You go girl!
These words..."cradled until spring"...hold me. Always, your words bless. Thank you and happy new year!
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