Pale sun glow, winter solstice light fades.
The shortest day—darkness descends,
wraps me in a blanket womb of warmth next to you.
Frosty morning squinty-sunshine breaks over the treeline.
Hot coffee, dark brewed, reminds me of the scent of rich fertile fields.
Together, we drink to face another day.
The calm before the storm. I watch and wait.
Gray clouds hemmed to the earth-sky. Where's the tempest?
No birds, no squirrels, no sound; only the silence.
Chop, chop, the rhythm of your knife on the cutting board.
Green peppers, purple onions, green zucchini—the scents of summer
simmer in a pot on the stove.
In the autumn of our days, we cleave to memories
of days spent laughing in the sun when the kids were young.
There, my memories of you bring me home to your arms.
34 thoughts on “REBLOG: ‘Weathering the Storm of Life’ by Colleen Chesebro”
What a truly beautiful poem! Love “blanket womb” and that last line is so romantic.❤️
🤎 Bridgette 🤎 ~ I agree
I really enjoyed this! A weaving of savory imagery and sweet moments. 💞
💘 Michele 💘
So beautiful and nostalgic..visually crisp..I could see the room. A gorgeous moment of a poem.
❤️ Karima ❤️ ~ so true
One of Colleen’s best–so evocative (K)
💞 Kerfe 💞 ~ I think so too