After the Blizzard
You might be without power, sipping
cold coffee in the dark, with only
an orange to eat. But don’t the trees
each glow in their sleeves of heavy snow,
don’t you live inside a cathedral
of white limbs reaching upward, with flakes
still gathering around you like the world’s
finally paying attention?
Let your thoughts,
wishes, and obligations all fall away
like the peels of this orange, revealing
every sweet section beneath. Believe
that awe will follow you from now on
wherever you go, like the snow-light which
fills these rooms, like the scent of citrus,
which passes from your hands to every
small thing you touch.
—James Crews
Big fan of James’ writing, and your writing too. He sends out a weekly poem, and also has a coming soon Substack called The Weekly Pause, for those who want more beauty and kindness in their inbox. 💕
Love it!