To Begin the Begin

Rain falls steady
this Christmas morn–
snowman leans
while
house sleeps
white Christmas is
washing away.
thousands of
tiny beads of light
glisten on
my window
outside
wind blows
branches fall
O electricity!
outside
wings flutter, spray;
bathe in melted snow
they
need
their
Christmas feast.
the air is heavy–
i feel the wet
in my lungs.
mist snakes
around feet,
ground
freshly thawed
and it slips
from my hand–
insignificant,
overlooked
seed
sinks
in newly stirred
mud
where it will be
cradled
until spring
when hard shell
softens and
life
bursts forth.
This
is the beginning
of
Christmas.

Written in response to L.L. Barkat’s “Beginnings” writing project. It’s not too late to enter for a chance to win a lovely book.

beginnings

Comments

  1. says

    There is a tugging and a stirring and an echo of the cold stillness as I read this. I had many parts that stood out, but the ending is just the ticket!

    “where it will be
    cradled
    until spring
    when hard shell
    softens and
    life
    bursts forth.
    This
    is the beginning
    of
    Christmas.”

    Because Christmas really IS all about Easter!

    Maria

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