Chilly Collage

Keeping cozy in the cold

Peripolar

When it’s chilly outside,
pondering pilgrim poets
huddle by the hearth.

Oh, to have a home!
Cottage, cabin, cave, nest, den,
safe from blizzards, rain.

When they’re feeling cold,
they shiver and seek shelter.
Savor steaming tea.

Hot alphabet soup,
warm quilt made of words, stanzas.
To read on cold nights.

Bright white snow blanket
drapes over the mountain ridge.
Only frost down here.

Crispy crunchy flakes,
frozen fractal finery.
Mini mandalas.

After the snowstorm,
fallen giants, floods, frost, grief.
Sawing and clearing.

They all come and go,
the sun, the moon, clouds, wind, snow.
So do pain, and joy.

Snowbirds migrating
from frigid frost to wool’s warmth.
Their flights are on time.

Cool evening drizzle,
birds are tucked in for the night.
Comfy, warm, safe, dry.

Prayer

May we remember…

Cold? Coat. Lonely? Cat.
Thirsty? Drink. Hungry? Nosh, snack.
What is essential.

Hurt? Yes. Hide, hoard? Hmm…
Pain? Yes. Fret, gripe, worry, whine?
What is added on.

Prompts

What helps us stay warm-enough ‘in here’ despite cutting cold ‘out there’?

How to keep each other warm in cold times?

In winter weather, who needs the warmth of our caring gaze, blaze, embrace, grace?

PS

Candle Holders, a source of warmth

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