Patterns
Winter’s gifts
Trying to take a photo with gloved hands, I drop my phone, and what appears on my screen is an image of shivering light. It makes me notice patterns. Or maybe even search for what I don’t yet see. Later, I look up at a glowing window, but the photo exposes a solid shadow. It is dark and light at once.
My walks are shorter in the cold, and sometimes my head is down, braced against the wind. Sometimes my breath is a cloud in front of me. And still, I see things.
Trails that stop. Rails that pursue.
Bearers of news. A lost shoe.
What’s lodged. What’s free.
Surface growth. An inner burrow.
As above, so below.
Which reminds me of gratitude and beauty. I am happy with solitary shapes and repetitive forms. Also, for what’s beneath surfaces or waiting to take shape. Like beginnings. And you. Thank you for sharing this space with me, for exploring together the seasons of home and place. Here’s to wintering and her faithful gifts.
Muireann, Thanks for your gentle, observant beauty…xo, bph
Beautiful photos and writing from a beautiful, gifted soul. Love you🖤