Iron Mountain ski jump

Iron Mountain ski jump

Monday, January 1, 2018

WINTER CANNOT LAST-a poem [1-1-18]

CHRIST IN WINTER: Reflections on Faith and Life from a Place of Winter for the Years of Winter…

There are memories
that make me smile
as they push up
from winter’s frozen turf
the way a dandelion shoot,
first scout for the wagon train
of spring
rides out in front,
or how a chick
pecks at the shell.
When these memories
of days and faces past
push up to say hello
my own face
loses wrinkles
except to crinkle
in a smile
that knows winter
cannot last…


When I started this blog, the “place of winter” was Iron Mountain, in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. Today it feels like the UP right here in SoInd, so THIS is the place of winter. Thus the poem above seems like a good way to start the new year.

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