Winter Desire

Another poem from Advent 2009. But I've no new poems for you all, so hope this will do!

 

The cold is a hateful hand

scraping over skin to grip bone against bone,

and the soul is bruised, for lack of softness,

for want of a warming light.

Some days it seems the world is anger

and not forgiveness, that the day

has already slid into a bleakness and sorrow.

 

There must be a hearth, with flame and love.

There must be a day beyond this one,

when the divine speaks upon a bright spring cloud

and a little boy with bare arms

happily learns the shaping of wood,

the telling of stories.

—VH Wright, © 2009

Comments

[Christine]

Just finished reading about August.I wonder if Wendell Berry knows him? They seem like they would be friends.

Your recent writer's retreat prompts as well as short stories inspired me to try some short fiction as well. Please feel free to share critical feedback if you are inclined and/or have the time. It's definitely a learning exercise at this point.
http://homemadeinchina.blogspot.com/2010/12/short-story-eighth-year.html

Merry Christmas and God's Peace to you!