Poem no. 22: January Joy <\/p>\n
A tumbling beauty of a day – sun spilling out on scarce-budded hedges, blue sky soft as that of a day in spring. <\/p>\n
It should not be, it could not be – and yet it is. <\/p>\n
It is a day that calls to the heart to sing – or brings words bubbling up under the skin. <\/p>\n
It is a day when the heart lifts in the newly minted light – grown fresh and harvested in the dark days of winter – when we watched the lowering skies and hungered for the now. Hungered for days like this; days when light touches the skin with delicate promise and whispers that more is to come. <\/p>\n
Since I saw the light this morning – shivering in the palest silver blue along the water and echoed in the morning sky, I have wanted to be home. <\/p>\n
This light is where you go home to: it’s where you return. It is the very origin of things; it is where we begin. <\/p>\n
And as the words stir under my skin and ripple through my mind, so the earth begins to murmur and shift as a sleeper does before they wake. <\/p>\n
There will be other days of darkness – days when colour and hope are leached from the hours given to us – but today the world is full of light and promise and, in it, I am glad – heart glad – to be alive. <\/p>\n
\u00a9 Anne McMaster 2016<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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