By Christine Swanberg
Author and Poet
Returned from Florida to “instant winter.” Here is a poem addressing that experience.
When the world is a black-and-white photo,
and all the trees are defined like bare bones,
and the snow-ladened pine makes a grotto,
the winter whipping wind whimpers and moans,
when we rest inside near hearths unencumbered.
We kindle the fire, turn inward desire
to things long forgotten, now remembered.
And if we ask what this day might require,
the answer may be sublime or serene.
A closet or book, a movie or nook,
a project put off, some silver to clean,
perhaps something quite delicious to cook.
You must find something so good to savor
if you want stay in winter’s favor.
Christine Swanberg is a local author and poet. She received the Lawrence E. Gloyd Community Impact Award at the 2012 Rockford Area Arts Council State of the Arts Awards.
From the Dec. 3-9, 2014, issue