The New Year Listens for Hope

by on December 27, 2023 :: 0 comments

The snow reflects the blue
the twilight sky is losing.

No breathing creatures reply
to my invitation to dine

on safflower seeds,
or feast on the lard

and cornmeal concoction strewn
over paving stones swept clean.

The wind kicks up a murmuration
of snow, scatters snow-veils over drifts.

My frozen exhalations hang
thin as the New Year.

Where are the companions
I once summoned with my longing?

A pair of cardinals flit in,
beak the fuel they find,

carry a tiny answer.

editors note:

Looking for the light of longing, answers abound our world around. – mh clay

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