Mornings in Winter


On winter mornings we do not want to wake,

Do not want to face th cold,

To brace against the wind's sharp face

As we venture out to seek--

What?  To seek warmth, shelter,

Something to parry winter's brittle thrust.


Seeking becomes us in winter.

We seek wood (on the outward side),

The southern face of trees,

The dry place warm with life

Whee winter's chill has yet to pass.


We seek in our inner self

The meaning of this sharp, brittle, hard wittier,

Seeking the inner answer

To the swift passage

Of these filled-with-wonder mornings.


--November 23, 2013