Ours is a lit world

Warmer today, 4F.  It may rise to 12F.  The children are back in school.  My daughter's friend is still stuck in Aruba.  I fly out to a conference in Orlando on Sunday.  The sun is still a pale winter sun.  I give thanks for light... even pale winter light.  Sometimes, like today, I feel like I am writing a lived, daily, Farmer's Almanac.

The pale sun returns. 

Of course it remains

Winter sun,

Not good for sunning,

But perhaps good

For remembering ours

Is a lit world

Even in winter.

The ducks across the way

Eat their corn

With abandon.

This is what they do

To honor the lady

Still dressed

In red,

Now sometimes blue

As well.

This is what they do to live

In pale winter light

And snow,

Because ours

Is a lit world

Even in winter

Even  in cold.

Today I am grateful

For even

Pale sun.