Sun in February

it’s the light
flooding everything—
kind yet defiant, treestrong—
pouring into blue, lording over
cold, even now-death, tatters
of overwintering—
everything! from here
basking in glassview
our hothouse growing
what can withstand
(everything!)—fed liquid light
earthtaste of warmth
and wood, green always
within and again always
laughing

I had just drafted this poem when I learned of the death, much too young, of one of my husband’s colleagues. It re-framed this poem, and this sunny day, for me. Wishing you so much kind yet defiant sun, my dear readers and friends.

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9 thoughts on “Sun in February

  1. like Jane, I admire your conjoined words – treestrong especially – along with the pace and imagery of this pen. I bet Sherry (Wild Woman) would love that term. Peace to those – well, all of us – who need it ~

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