A Poem for the first day of Winter

The First Day of Winter

by Laura Lush (from a book of poetry The First Day of Winter)

On the first day of winter,
the earth awakens to the cold touch of itself.
Snow knows no other recourse except
this falling, this sudden letting go
over the small gnomed bushes, all the emptying trees.
Snow puts beauty back into the withered and malnourished,
into the death-wish of nature and the deliberate way
winter insists on nothing less than deference.
waiting all its life, snow says, “Let me cover you.”

I understand that in many places there is no snow in your lives that would make you relate to this poem. But here in Denver, on the first day of winter, snow is falling snow on snow. And no matter where you are, the light is returning as the days get longer from here on out.

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