the glint
of the cold,
it blinds me.
*
in its glare
i lose all sight.
*
yet
underneath
a sliver of moon,
hope drips down
and the steady sound
holds me, tight.
*
how quickly
are my thoughts
buried, set aside
… by what is seen
… by what has been
until they are
nearly forgotten.
*
still
the dirt,
grounded by it’s very nature,
remembers.
‘thaw’ taken from 6:15-17 of job.
inspired by my friend j’s new venture: green knitting, teaching and literature all in one.
oh Talitha….this is so very pretty. You emoted so much about life and spring and hope with your deft brush strokes. Thank you!
This is delightful! I would love to meet the young man who needs a stapler at dawn. 🙂 I’ll bet he’s a creative boy. How is baby settling in?
my youngest guy is doing really well. he’s a trouper and settled himself in like he’s been here from the get-go. my middle guy (stapler boy) wound up making quite a thing with a couple of pieces of paper and loads of purposefully aimed staples before he declared it ‘done’ and moved on to legos. smile.