Even Trees Shine

even trees shine
after heavy, icy rain,
when I look up

Copyright 2025 Brenda Davis Harsham

Notes: After a hiatus (for health reasons, now all better, thanks), I’m sharing a shining moment from this month’s early winter. Most days, I’m head down, working on ten million tasks. Even so, sometimes when I look up, the world is simply glorious. Happy New Year to everyone celebrating it! I hope you have time to find your own shining moments.

A few other takes on Old Man Winter:

Let it go.

Let the silver lie scattered as it is,

dinner unprepared.

Let an hour go by in glimpses

of the old oak iced in light like a chandelier

— A tiny slice of The Ice Storm by Christian Wiman

In the season of snow,
in the immeasurable cold,
we grow cruel but honest; we keep
ourselves alive

— A snippet from Cold Poem by Mary Oliver