Each band is a tone
from the string of a violin
Playing shades of a year, a decade, a life,
in a split second of crisp winter.
Purity is in the mix,
in the crossing to another hue,
In the warm lining between colour and ice.
Don't you see?
The yearning skyward is the way back to my heart,
The long journey of learning to love.
Anything born in darkness grows toward the light,
like all that is pale and bloodless flows into a rainbow,
A river of stillness,
the seed of a new song, a year as yet unplayed.
Wishing you and yours a rainbow in winter.