Winter Love
I would like to decorate this silence,
but my house grows only cleaner
and more plain. The glass chimes I hung
over the register ring a little
when the heat goes on.
I waited too long to drink my tea.
It was not hot. It was only warm.
by Linda Gregg
“Winter Love” from Chosen By the Lion. Copyright © 1999 by Linda Gregg.
12 comments:
That is a lovely photo. I can feel the cold surround me by just looking at it.
Such an evocative photo, but also such an appropriate poem - I love the lean spareness of this time of year.
I love all that you share with us.
Much love and many blessings
Love Jeanne
What a beautiful photograph, Relyn, and I love this poem.
Happy Sunday to you!
The idea of decorating the silence is a perfect image for my week. i've spent the week slowly removing Christmas decorations. I begin to notice to lack of ornamentation and desire to immediately fill it with something. Much as an attempt to decorate the silence instead of settling in and appreciating the beauty of the bones, the beauty of less, to marinate in the negative space. Thanks for introducing this poem to me.
love this one...so simple
so perfect.
That icy sprig is poetry
and the words you shared
are so vivid, I can feel their spine.
Thanks for sharing your artful
life,
Jennifer
Nice!
Sometimes I wait a bit too long also.
I love hearing the sounds the house makes when the heater kicks on :-)
Great photo!
xo jj
I like that last line about the tea. It's delicate and subtle.
Greetings from London.
Belated Happy New Year! I look forward to reading many beautiful posts on your blog this year....
The image and the words go together so well...winter, quiet and peaceful.
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