Light pours, spreads
like melted butter,
silent as ice floes
across this winter,
brushing skin
with the sharp, dry callouses
of clawed bird feet,
clinging to life’s thread.
Empty space,
where other warm life spills,
this human part
and parcel of earth
behind cold glass.
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It’s a brutal season, and ‘clawed bird feet,/clinging to life’s thread.’ really sums up that brutality.
It is brutal. Not everyone is lucky enough to have central heating and can look at frozen fields, cars, water, and enjoy the picturesque part of it. I feel for those who have to sleep rough or in camps.
Yes indeed – we are very lucky to have such luxuries!
We are!
I agree with Ingrid–but that light is gorgeous.
It got really cold here overnight–only in the low 20s F this morning and still windy.
The light is lovely. The colours as so delicate.
That is cold! We’ve been down to 30°F at night and this morning it was 37°F when I got up and that is cold. I hope it doesn’t get any lower than that for you!
If it wasn’t windy, it wouldn’t have so cold. I think today is the coldest day, and then it will warm up a bit during the week. But it’s only December, so we’re bound to have colder days. I hope it warms up for you, too!
Yes, the days are growing longer and lighter but they’re still going to get colder!
Yes, unfortunately.
This post is beautiful 💜
Thank you, Willow 🙂
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That is winter light…such a sharp clarity. (K)
We see everything more clearly, without the blurring of foliage and warm colours.
I think the cold makes the senses sharper too. Our body is more focused.
The sense of survival kicks in.