Poem: Cold and Ice That Falls

Cold and Ice That Falls

The snow falls lightly to the ground

While here at table I am found

Ruminating on the season

Of cold and ice that falls.

We will go out to cut a tree

And it still fills my heart with glee,

This time of year in all the dark

And cold and ice that falls.

Lights galore, we drape them from the beams

And light fires ablaze. It seems

We miss the glory of the sun

In cold and ice that falls.

We sing of those who brought us light

And hope for a time when it might

Shine from within each one of us

Through cold and ice that falls.

This is what it should mean to me

No matter what the season be

That light so bright from me will come

When cold and ice still falls.

December 2022

About This Poem

Another one from the vault that I don't even remember writing, so I can't describe its inspiration. But this is the week that we typically go out and cut our Christmas tree, so I thought it appropriate to post it here. And it is my wish that all of us let our light shine always. The photo is one of icicles off my eaves. Obviously it was from the past because this year we are getting dumped on by an atmospheric river. No ice to be found.