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…

JRMcF

johnrobertmcfarland@gmail.com

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.