Winter Wisdom


After a particularly exasperating evening of repeated attempts
to get several of my jack-in-the-box children to go to sleep,
I tucked my son into bed
one more time with a sigh.

“What am I going to do with you?” I asked.
“Oh Moma, just hug me, and pretty soon I’ll grow up.”

And he did.

growing up and growing old
each year more dear and hard to hold

crystal bloom frosted with snow
we say goodbye before we say hello
submissive to the trust the seasons keep
watch and wait before we sleep

gentle earth beneath drifts of white
time of rebirth seeks the light

winter solstice
frost and ice
melting into pools of green

hope of spring

Cycle of living, season of song
embraces and whispers,
“Life goes on.”