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Poem of the Month

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                              Reflection at a Winter Window

  Warmed by solstice embers,
  I watch the snow fall silently on moon-lit earth.
  Unnoticed by the grass and leaves
  As it blankets them against frigid night,
  The snow covers crags and mudded trails,
  Swells barren branches, fills the uneven and soiled,
  Softens brambles by the pond,
  Amplifies the moonlight
  And brings serenity to the night.

  So like the snow is my love as it falls gently upon you,
  Unnoticed by you in the rush of your day,
  Offering a cloak of warmth should you feel the cold;
  It covers your imperfections, magnifies your presence,
  Turns your voice into a song, your nearness into a caress,
  And makes vivid the colors of my life.

  And from the embers of my own long night,
  I nurture the love that gives meaning and light,
  And draws me to you like a night creature to the fire.  

                                              

  L. Alloway

  from Swatting Gnats (2012)

  (early version published as December Storm)

Each month Ancient Eagle Press offers a poem appropriate to the season or the mood of our editorial staff.   Poems may be new or drawn from existing AEP editions.

January 2017

2016 is blessedly behind us.  Let the historians sort it out after a respectful period of reflection.  For us non-historians it is a new year, time to take a deep breath, let go of the angst and dream of possibilities in 2017.  For those in the north, the New Year brings a symbolic cleansing as we are blanketed with snow.  It comes at a price for those who must clear the driveway and sidewalk, dig the car out of the drift and hazard the roads.  But the snowfall can be a magical experience as it covers the earth, hiding fallen leaves and branches, muffling noises and playing with moonlight and shadows.  New snowfall is a wonderland for children and their dogs, and an invitation for a quiet walk in the woods for those a bit older.  In homage to the snow and the renewal it brings I  offer you January’s Poem of the Month, Reflections at a Winter Window. and wish you the best for the new year.