A sky of lead,
Silver shaded water,
Sometimes in misty drizzles,
Sometimes in sheets of frigid wet.
The air bites
With early autumn teeth,
But not dangerous.
The world is gray,
The chilly rain speaks,
In it’s watery voice,
Of warm coats
And colorful blankets,
Fires to gather around
And covers to burrow into late at night.
The nipping air carries imagined memories
Of rich and weighty foods
Shared around a table,
And freshly baked breads to soak the juices.
The sullen clouds hide skies
That grow ever sharper
As the haze of late summer gives way
To the clarity and sharpness of winter.
Every one of those thoughts marks me a person of privilege,
Blessed to have warm clothes,
And covers to burrow into,
And enough rich food to eat,
And loved ones to share it all with.
Others don’t have those things.
For them Winter is a stalking beast.
This leaden, chilly, rainy day reminds me of that as well.
It’s important that I not forget.
Important to remember the blessings and the needs.