Shoulder season

The Spirit keeps reaching,
gripping my shoulders, telling
me to sit, stay a while.
Over my shoulder, promising,
promising soon, soon,
surging on to one more thing,
I feel the snag of her fingers
between my bones, aching from
raking leaves, wrestling sleep.
I am afraid that I will turn back
to find her before me, square
shouldered, crossed arms,
feet planted firmly as
a brick wall; or that after all she
will finally let me go.

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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