Prayer for Winter’s Passing
I am all asunder
and have no way to put
myself back together
there is no name sewn carefully
on the front of my shirt
no buttons either
my pants creep away from my socks
my socks have new holes in the toes
my morning has drifted
away from its moorings
as my day creeps away from its morning
if only I could find a pattern in
the snow drops
that have almost made their
way above the crusted snow
I can see their
strap-like leaves
tips bent against the icy dome
but winter holds on
the morning begins with snow
and darkness
here beneath we are undone and unknowing
dawn is a thing that happens
only above the clouds
Published on the Laundry Line, 23 December, 2025.
