Frost for the third morning in a row
I feel the cold air seep through
the window beside our bed;
And on the hands of my three year old
who comes into bed for a snuggle
I tuck his icy limbs around
my own, warm ones
I am happy to see it blanket the grass:
white harbinger of bright clear days,
sunshine on my cheeks as I sip tea
and even as I pull a splinter
out of my hand from loading wood
into the fire, I am grateful.
“The leaves are sparkling Mum”
And would you believe after breakfast
all three boys proceed to the trampoline
to “skate” on the icy mat - in socks -
and I don’t mind at all.
We’re all intoxicated by the beauty,
a crystallising of ordinary things
and strangely, something inside me
(the dread of winter, no doubt)
thaws and softens -
even as my fingers freeze.
ABOUT the author
Emily Clare Sims is a farmer and mama to three young boys. Each day she looks for ways to notice beauty, contemplate her faith and savour the seasons...