Suspended grace (Dec, 98)


The chill of winter curls around my toes
And hushes ice suspended in a pond.
The crack of booted footsteps through the rows
Of sleeping vines recalls another bond.

My soul sends signals to a bird in flight
Who pauses in his mission through the day
To seek a nearby shelter for the night
He wraps me in his wings and flies away.

And through the dusk a mighty bell will toll
And ringing, rock the winter in my soul.