Alone by the banks of the half-frozen river
Deep into the night
Crouching down in the snow:
Spirit of the slumbering winter forest –
Slumbering, yes, but not dead.
Never dead.
Deep breath
River flows cold, but there’s a fire within –
You can tell, can’t you?
Smile.
Even winter gifts us with good weeks sometimes,
And every week is holy, anyway.
Whether we like it or not.
Salaam.
Christopher J. DiLoreto 