The Afghan

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

Winter’s grey chill brings memories 

with it,

Like the ones I can trace with my fingers

as they run down the knots of the soft,

multi-colored afghan;

The one I made of the remnants of yarn

I found in a tattered cardboard box,

while cleaning out my mother’s closet.

I haven’t an answer for why we live this way ~

these seasons that either call us out

or call us in.

I do, however, have wonderment and a guess:

There is more than one world that

we are invited to love.

© 2014-2020/Jamie K. Reaser

Published in "Winter: Reflections by Snowlight"

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