Of All Things Let Go
By
Jennifer Angelina Petro
It’s possible to imagine snow
As time silently shrouding
Everything. It’s possible
To think of snow
As the gradual smoothing
Of all the rough edges;
Sometimes you can
See Lady Winter draping shawls
Over the shoulders of the trees,
And, of course, you can see
Snow as burden, as the laying down
Of funeral blankets on flowers,
It is the great quieter of color
And the crumbler of fruit,
It is the world gone still and
More trudging, yes, and sometimes,
Go out and stand, allow
The cold kisses to touch your face;
Lift your arms and let them
Be blessed with that so uncommon
Feeling of being alive, and watch–
The snow falls from the unseeable sky,
Look– the crystal stars form
On your sleeves, each one
Bestowed with infinity—that alone is enough
To fill one with swooning wonder,
Notice too, how your breath
Issues its swirling ghosts
Of all things let go,
How winter absorbs them
Into herself as the prayers
That they are, and treasures them
Until one day, when she turns
Her great skirts and drifts away
Over the houses and hillsides
Leaving all that was let go
For spring to tend and encourage
With warm hands, their rebirth
Into the sun.
This is exquisite in every way, Jennifer–from the title to the last line. Snow as the great concealer as she blankets and mutes color. The prayerful faith that it will come again. I should have subscribed to your blog a long time ago. I’ll do it now so you don’t have to remind me when you post something new. I’ll know.
Thank you so much Elaine. I hope you enjoy my blog. <3
Thank you so much Elaine. For reading and sharing. <3
Beautiful! So glad I found it!
Thank you Alison <3