Wintry: a meditation poem of Winter Light

Wintry: A Meditation Poem of Winter Light

A dreary day you say?

Wintry yes, but dreary?

There I choose to differ.

Remember.

What have you seen along the way?

The winter cherries are beginning to bloom

in the gardens along the road.

Small flurries of blossom erupt from frosted buds launching clouds of colour skywards

Pink, white and delicate as castor sugar dusting they soften sight like in looked for blessings.

Yes, the red gold and purple leaves have all fallen, but

now their breeze shifting shapes makes a kaleidoscope of the forest floor,  

while over head the bare branches describe their complicated winter geometry to the wind, each twig an ink stick scribbling on the sky.

Along the street the lamps are early lit

in windows and paint the pavement yellow, gold and orange,

shining boxes of warmth and light, out and upward into early darkness;

behind each a mind, a soul, a heart on fire with all the subtle colours of emotions’ ever shifting palette painting stories of day’s doings in their words.

Christmas trees and silvered lights make of the land a mirror to our constellated sky,

each a drop of glimmer grace, each a bell calling us to home and hearth and beyond again at last to Bethlehem.

Look up my friend.

Look around, about and then within,

You daily live a rainbowed life, 

so praise this winter dark, a blessed yearly chance to see again the light, the colours that shine beneath, behind all things

from which the light arises 

out of which the colour comes.