I’m pacing again

Waiting for the coffee to brew

Slowly wearing a path in the ugly painted linoleum of the kitchen floor

I’ve got my wetsuit halfway on

The velcro neck closure sticking to my sweater sleeve

I’m not going far but it would be awkward to get pulled over dressed like this

Sledding

The speed, the thrill

It may be the most exhilaration allowed a child

Trudging up the hill

Renders delight somehow earned

When I look out of my window at night all I see is beautiful bright light. I know it’s not for spring, summer, or fall because the light is for winter. The spirts show us beautiful light that can only be seen on a winter night. So, look closely in the sky because it’s one of the most powerful moments. The skies are silky, beautiful and bright but only on winter nights.

January is two dimensional

A line between the past year

A sigh after holiday hullabaloo.

January places its slushy bootheel against our necks

Not yet. Wait. It’s too soon. Too cold. You’re too eager.

Restlessly, we watch for Nature’s cues to begin the next leg of the race.

Candle light spreads

through the ebony night

like

spilled sugar

on a

black granite countertop.

The cool, crisp,

winter air

Lets the stars shimmer

and gleam in the sky.

Time for sleep,

And rituals of the season,

Interplay of light and darkness,

Shadows, fire, and

The flickering hope

For more blessings.

Winter streams babble alongside snow covered shoreline.

Speaking their secrets to the silent depth of the forest.

Pine; sway softly with the wind, creaking their ever changing stories.

Bright lights at night! 😊

Stars and sand and dark,

the wind and the taste of the sea

in the air.

Balsam fir candles flicker

and light dances

in every corner.

- Laura Fayer