Deep Freeze
The moon slides under the cover of the remaining blanket of darkness
As I slide out from the warm bed covers to greet the day.
Thankful for the soft carpet that masks my footsteps I gingerly tread out of the darkened room.
Somewhere a clock marks time but I know it is still early.
Street lights cast an eerie glow upon the waves of snow that cover every bush, every branch, every forgotten berry that clings tight there and sways in the winter wind.
And like a coastal wave that crashes onto the shore and flies into the sky , the howling January wind blasts the top layer off of the waves of snow into the frigid air so they too can feel the thrill of flight.
I pull my robe tighter across my body and light the fire.
The teapot soon whistles to let me know that it is time.
Grabbing my mug and a thick blanket I make my way to my favourite chair to dream of the day. To pray. To let go of my fears.
It will be o.k.
The street outside is also waking up. Cars are being unburied . Children are being carried. Life goes on.
I am still.
It is so cold. The sun is doing its best to shower glitter onto the snow covered mounds. It IS beautiful.
But I feel the cold through the walls. Through the windows. I cup the warm tea to my chest, bow my head, and think about the days to come. So many more months of cold.
The snow forms a lace frame around each window. This is beautiful too.
And I know that I am blessed to have this warm home. And I wake up to the fact that there are others that slept outside last night.
And I weep.