In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan, earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone; snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow, in the bleak midwinter, long ago. —CHRISTINA ROSSETTI
Our little house, stilled
in a frozen moment
on a Thursday morning,
taking a deep breath
in and waiting to exhale.
I am counting the blessings
of hearth, food in our pantry,
running water, a furnace,
protection from the cold.
This day will stretch long,
there will be little sun,
and the white will blind
us when we dare to step
out in the frozen world,
blink our eyes in the dazzling
light of icicles, and wonder
at the quiet beauty of a such
a rare and hovering cold.
—C.L. Fisher, February 2021
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