Sunday, January 5, 2014

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.

© 2014-2015/Jamie K. Reaser
From "Winter: Reflections by Snowlight"
Published by Hiraeth Press;

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