Revolution
Brush stroke silver skies turn
Watercolor gray
The strokes, they blend
And fade
With the progress of the day
Snow spits and drifts
And meanders in
As Fall has fallen and departed
Winter appears as it sees fit
Leaving warmth seekers broken-hearted
Yet warmth, the glow we find within
Has not left us so completely
For knowing emerges
In cold and in quiet, it’s presence
Shifting us meekly
Twigs with tones of coal and rust
Reach with upright unity
They know their place
Of catching flakes
Ushering in the season with dignity
In the field, the wildlife sets about
The medicine it sows
The magpies bid of light and dark
And for the graceful herd of whitetail deer,
Determination grows
Look within and look to heed
As the outward offers clues
The icy walk and frozen air
The chimney’s smoky fingers’ fare
Winter’s transformational muse
By: Angela Lehr, 11/30/16