Originally Posted: Tuesday, June 20, 2017


On a day in which
snow and ice
imprison me in my home,
and my todo list
consists of revisions,
judgments, and critiques,
I take a pause
to appreciate
the long lines of the tree shadows
stretching across the
silky smooth sheet of white,
reminding me that
out of my shadows
is light overhead.
The dog, insistently
putting her head in my lap
as I try to put pen to paper,
insisting on love.
The blanket, lovingly
knit by a woman
I once heard,
draped across my lap,
warming my legs
and my heart.
© Christine Salkin Davis, 2017


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