Sunday, January 12, 2014

Sunday Morning Poetry

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. 


Kamana said...

That is a lovely photo. I can feel the cold surround me by just looking at it.

alexa said...

Such an evocative photo, but also such an appropriate poem - I love the lean spareness of this time of year.

Jeanne said...

I love all that you share with us.
Much love and many blessings

Love Jeanne

Lisa Gordon said...

What a beautiful photograph, Relyn, and I love this poem.

Happy Sunday to you!

Catherine Miklos said...

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.

gkgirl said...

love this simple
so perfect.

Jennifer Richardson said...

That icy sprig is poetry
and the words you shared
are so vivid, I can feel their spine.
Thanks for sharing your artful

Marilyn said...

Sometimes I wait a bit too long also.

Joanna Jenkins said...

I love hearing the sounds the house makes when the heater kicks on :-)
Great photo!
xo jj

A Cuban In London said...

I like that last line about the tea. It's delicate and subtle.

Greetings from London.

Nat said...

Belated Happy New Year! I look forward to reading many beautiful posts on your blog this year....

Sue (Someones Mom) said...

The image and the words go together so well...winter, quiet and peaceful.

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