For one year, I sat outdoors almost every day. Teacup in hand, I rested beneath an old pine tree in my back yard. It was an act of seeking, in an unlikely place. I found a few poems that year, or maybe they found me. Like this one…
Christmas
wind whips
flakes fleck
dark pine
leans shivers
shakes cold
grace pours
sky opens
soul bends
breaks.
Tomorrow, Christmas will be here at last. In the most unlikely places, may your heart bend and break. Grace is poised, waiting to pour.
“Christmas” is reprinted from InsideOut: poems. “Pine in the Storm” pastel by L.L. Barkat.
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All week my boys keep begging, “May we unwrap just one gift on Christmas Eve?”
This one is mine. Thanks for the giving.
I just took a walk by the creek behind my house, and there is so much bending and breaking giving way beneath the weight of the snow melting and dripping, pouring streams…into the thawing creek, and into my thawing heart…thanks for sharing your Christmas poem and pastel painting. Beautiful!
i love that image of leans shivers…nice
“sky opens soul bends breaks”
So perfectly beautiful L.L. Your book is on my “must have” list! Merry Christmas!