This winter is beautiful and savage.
\nI love the snow.
\nHow gentle it lies on the ground.
\nHow quiet it makes the walls of the world.
\nBeing hard of hearing it helps me hear.
\nI hear earth sleeping under the snow.
\nI hear chimes in the trees.
\nBut my knees ache lifting me.
\nThe freezing and melting
\nhave put a glassy porcelain
\non its surface and my knees collapsed
\nputting me in a crouch of prayer
\non the ice.<\/p>\n
I felt bewildered, like a child
\nwithout its legs.
\nWhy was I made unable to fly?
\nThings die because of the snow.
\nIts cold enters the heart
\nand stabs it with a sword.
\nIt has the sad eyes of death.
\nWhen I laid on the ice I cried,
\nsaying a prayer.<\/p>\n
I will be patient facing my loss,
\nmy freedom.
\nThe joy of ever walking with
\nthe sure forte of youth.
\nI caught my breath and dreamed for a moment.
\nBear me for awhile, I said.
\nI will never be used to growing old.
\nI gathered my pieces together
\nand stood.
\nHow beautiful everything is! I said.
\nHow gentle and helpless our affection
\nwhen things kill us.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
This winter is beautiful and savage. I love the snow. How gentle it lies on the ground. How quiet it makes the walls of the…<\/p>\n