winter’s fist

2013 December 009

It’s been in the single digits for days now.  Minnesota cold, John keeps saying.

On the phone with family and friends, I try to describe the frigidity.  Waking up to temperatures below zero and the way it stings your face, lungs, and teeth.  Sheets of  ice crystals on the original windows of our old house.  Remembering youth, when this sort of cold required us to coddle our car batteries, keep them warm enough to start the next morning.  Though we’ve seen some cars in the neighborhood plugged into heaters, our cars get no such attention.  They’re starting right up but registering their complaint through intermittent dash display lights asking to be serviced.

2013 December 025

We finally stacked a pile of firewood, a job we did quickly, a race against too numb fingers.  It’s the best sort of riches, the delicious possibility of all those fires.  Even better, coming inside from this kind of cold to sit next to that warmth.

2013 December 016

Since the weather turned, I’ve carried in my head a poem by Joe Green, one he and Marquita sent to us as a holiday card, hot off their own printing press, a few years ago.

The Longest Night
 
Ice on the sidewalk.  The first dusting
of snow lasting a week on your deck.
Perhaps tonight you’ve even left
 
 
the faucet dripping in your kitchen sink
to keep the pipes from seizing.
Think of this weather as winter’s fist
 
 
adjusting its grip around the hours.
Then go outside and try to collect all the lost
particles of light around your sleeping house.

2013 December 001

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6 thoughts on “winter’s fist

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  3. Love this rumination. Gorgeous photos, and fantastic to read Green’s work again.

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