by Stephen Leake
Across the dark, a robin learns the Winter.
A candle dissolves; frank and sensuous
Against the extending light.
The streets remain illegible with snow.
I travel through you; uncurling
Where weather decorates the night
And naves of Christmas pines
Grasp human shadows.
Alone I go, echoing carols
In powdered places. Echoes that are glorified.
Until I find you on the bench
Pressed with our pasts.
A child again. Tricked and traced by
Memory’s gift. Lasting. Imprinted.
A proof of the year’s new world.
I think I'll have to wait a while for the snow to clear from this bench.
I think I’ll have to wait a while for the snow to clear from this bench.

4 Comments on “Presence

  1. Certainly this was not taken in CA….or Christina will have to pull out her mittens!

    Have a blessed Xmas

    Love, Joye

    Sent from my iPad

    • Ahh, you might think so, Joye. But actually it was taken in California. In the Sierra Nevadas (that means snow-covered in Spanish). It was taken on a winter trip to Yosemite National Park. They measure snow fall in feet there, not inches. Like I’ve always said, in California we keep our snow in the mountains where it belongs. Hope you are enjoying some peace and quiet, some rest and relaxation, some fun and frivolity, and family and friends. Blessings of Christmas! Pat

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