Family
Christmas’ in Chama, NM
Peering
out the window, the glass
foggy
from my breath, I spot
the
peaks of the San Juan Mountains
in
the distance, shrouded by
a
wintry haze. Cottonwoods
stretch
their branches in
the
field across the cement
lot.
I follow the icy
tufts
as they fall, twirling
and
fluttering to thicken
the
frosty blanket covering
the
ground where
crunching
leaves no longer
sound.
Fire toasting my back
begs
to melt the ground
outside
the window, smeared
from
my fingers clearing the
view.
Outside, my wooden friends
bend
and shudder under the
imposing
burden of snowflakes
and
ice. Their bark, dry and cracked,
reaches
upward, clawing,
begging,
pleading, praying for relief,
warmth,
and for budding blossoms
to
form a green shaggy
mane
on barren limbs. What diligence
it
must take to praise their Creator
unconditionally,
arms stretched
upwards
towards an ivory
dusted
sky.
Written January 27, 2009
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