Winter Sunset*

 

   I had hoped to be writing about crocus and daffodils by now, but winter seems reluctant to leave this year.

   Since the ground is still covered with several inches of snow, I thought I would use one last poem of winter.

 

 

Winter Sunset*

 

 

 

 

                          Not for winter

                      the raucous colors

                      of other seasons:

                      no blazing reds,

                      oranges and yellows.

 

                    Cold, brittle

                      days demand

                      classic elegance.

 

                          Muted tones

                      invite quiet

                      contemplation,

                      whispering of

                      Love's subtle Presence.

 

         * from Fields of Grace, Everyday Encounters with the Holy 

            by Cathy Scherer Stubbs, (c) 2011