Christmas version-Gratitude

For empty spaces and air,

bare branches
tracing the shapes of their lives
against the wide white sky.

The time between.

Something else is coming:

warmth waits within,
hearth fire and bread,
the ones we love.
Whittling down to the heart of the wood
when we lose
what we thought
we had to have.

Gratitude

For empty spaces and air

bare branches tracing the shapes of their lives
against November sky,

the time between.

Something else is coming,
warmth waits within,
wood stove and stew,
the ones we love.

Stripping down to the good stuff
when we lose
what we thought we had to have.