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  • Julie

LIGHT COME HOME


{cheddar + pumpkin seed crisps, for soup // odd jars + maine flours + heavy rotation cookbooks // summer, forever ago // holding tight // a granola bar-ish thing, ready for travel // baked brown rice pudding, pre baking, lots of nutmeg, butter, etc}

Yesterday we walked,

Falling,

From above-the-snow

To calf-deep-in-it-

a winter cadence both familiar and surprising.

But in the mornings,

Bent over jam and cream mottled oatmeal,

I have become acutely aware of a turn toward spring.

The driveway remains a treacherous ice-scape;

A bitter wind presses against the inextinguishable prayer of moving a slumbering babe from car to house,

Her sleep intact;

We are expecting Snow-

Then More Snow after that.

But the light!

The first of spring to arrive,

A harbinger of rural hillside awakenings,

Its beams sliding in sideways through old windows barely earning their keep.

Resplendent.

(There is no better word for it!)

Spilling and dripping

Her golden frame onto the kitchen floor,

the

light

come

home.


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