Seven below

One from the archives for a chilly day

This morning, on the school run,
even the sun did not want to rise,
lounging fatly in the treetops,
red and round, heavily globular,
a frozen popsicle on a bare tree stick.
The air itself petrified hard,
was spiky and painful to touch,
unyielding; we hugged ourselves
and shouldered the cold aside.
It was cold this morning.

About Rosalind C Hughes

Rosalind C Hughes is a priest and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. She serves an Episcopal church just outside Cleveland. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing , and Whom Shall I Fear? Urgent Questions for Christians in an Age of Violence, both from Upper Room Books. She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.
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