The First Day Of Winter
On the first day of winter,
the earth awakens to the cold touch of itself.
Snow knows no other recourse except
this falling, this sudden letting go
over the small gnomed bushes, all the emptying trees.
Snow puts beauty back into the withered and malnourished,
into the death-wish of nature and the deliberate way
winter insists on nothing less than deference.
waiting all its life, snow says, "Let me cover you.
- Laura Lush from The First Day of Winter. (Ronsdale Press, 1997).
December greeted me with a huge smile on its face and whispered "it's gonna get better," gently into my ear. Being my birth month it adds to the excitement of the coming year where anything is possible. At present, I am applying for a job as an English teacher in an Academy and keeping my fingers crossed for good news. Hey a girl can hope, right? I'll keep you guys posted! So, grab a cup of coffee/tea or anything you like and join me as I read others and delight in their poetry.