In the bleak midwinter

I would like, if it will, for time to freeze,
stand still so that breath becomes redundant,
superfluous steam in the empty air.
The beauty of the snow falls on a bleak,
not a meek heart, burning with cold fire
against the siren winter sunlight
with her false promise and steel claws
dangling shimmering hope, icicles suspended over
unwary patrons with a spring in their step.
I should like for time to freeze until the seasons fade, flame out,
until my cold soul melts, relaxing iron bonds and
puddles, cool and reflective under the blue-gray sky.

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 (Upper Room Books, 2020). She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.
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