January 6, 2013

I will savor these times,

Sunday evening, game on downstairs,

fire in the woodstove, dogs laying contentedly

near the heat,

Me, at the stove, cooking onions and garlic,

Making soup.

Chickens tucked in, snug.

Only one egg today? Really.

This morning, temperatures so mild,

Soil so damp, perfect to clear grasses and violets

from the asparagus patch!

So satisfying to connect with earth in this

dark winter season.

At sunset I walked with my dear friend,

Our annual remembrance of the day her mother died,

Yet this morning, too, a phone conversation

‘how’s the baby’, the new little one born on the Solstice.

Both ends of life, savoring the sweetness,

Someday things will be different.