forgive me, winter.
by danita jenae
forgive me, winter, for resenting you
these long and weary years
i mistook you for a symbol of death
depression, the season of slow suicide
i had you all wrong, winter.
today i see the prairies
white as the sky
i see the rough sketch of a barn
and penciled in trees
you are the prelude to new life
you are a fresh canvas
last year’s painting is full and complete
and you come, welcome or not,
with a blanket of snow like gesso
stillness and quiet reflection.
you are a blank slate, winter.
you are a new beginning, winter.
i just never saw it before.
what colors and scenes will fill in your monochrome sketches?
winter, you are a season of wonder and awe–
Lord, what are you up to?