I learned to be a
Connoisseur of winter.
There, near the arctic circle,
Over generations of plodding survival,
Folks have passed down small
About winter, snow and cold
That they carry with them like
Small, warm nuggets in their pockets
To wrap cold fingers around.
One thing I learned:
Snow makes darkness bearable.
In a place where you might not see the sun for weeks or months,
A coating of white snow
Suffuses the murky black nights and
Tentative gray days with sudden
From the ground,
Like the earth is glowing.
What a lovely perspective, the light shining up on us. I will put this nugget in my pocket and remember to never take a sunny day for granted.