Saturday, January 12, 2013

The Same Thawing

For you give me joy, Lord, in your creation:
  I rejoice in the work of your hands.
How great are your works, O Lord
  how immeasurably deep your thoughts.
                                                               Psalm 91

There was a Cardinal singing
across the mostly melting snow
and a scent of spring
up from the softening unknown
as I was taking down 
the Christmas greens
in this brief 
pause between  
all that was frozen  
and all released for now;
the grieving and the singing 
in the same thawing.


1 comment:

  1. I can't believe I've just now found this post - it must have gotten lost in my busy January shuffle! But I just have to tell you I think it's wonderful. Really wonderful.