“Winter” by Anna Palfreeman
This year more than ever, I’m noticing the dark
Night comes sooner and takes longer to leave
The sun obscured by ever present clouds
Cold. Barren. Hostile. Alone.
Brown replaces green as the trees surrender their leaves
Seemingly lifeless, but more just asleep
The world goes dormant, a quiet takes over
Why should we be any different than the life out the window?
Do we think it should have no effect on us—this change?
This is the time to hunker down and accomplish even more
Productivity is the name of the game at all costs
Striving. Anxious. Sad. Alone.
What are you trying to teach us in this season of pause?
How does the cold reflect your glory?
Are bare branches part of your kindness?
The darkness a shadow of your face?
You made each bit with care from your hands
You set into motion seasons of uniqueness
The sleep brings forth life abounding in color
Which in turn falls back asleep and again and again and again
I don’t want to miss it—seeing you in everything I can
From the majesty of the stars to the melancholy of the last leaf falling
The heavens declare your glory, but you’ve also written yourself into creation
I want to see and notice and treasure every. last. piece.