Amy Secrist

Tag: winter

  • I see the golden leaves

    I see the golden leaves fluttering in frozen wind, I feel an empty sky, the circumference of joy is hard to find. I catch the cardinal’s red flash under scattered bits of sun, I know the cracking cold, come cold winter, come.

  • A Day After Snow

    The air is filled with flashes of sun, like it broke into bits and the wind now blows it apart, all these separate pieces, everywhere. Countless more flecks of sun spin through everything, too small to see, hidden in the depths of us, of creation, the depths of everywhere, everything water in every form. We bounce around…

  • When the Night Comes

    When the night comes and wind swirls past the windows, our little ones roar and rail against bedtime.  Darkly they sulk off to brush their teeth, blowing sighs through their lips, miserable like winter’s cloud-covered sky, empty like its bare landscape.  The day’s done in a snap, the crack of snowman’s brittle twig, his limbs twisted…