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
— 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
10 thoughts on “Even Trees Shine”
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Beautiful photo! The trees are lovely with the ice on them.
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Yes, the light was magical. It’s sad the photo turned out so flat.
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A lovely image to see the old year out.
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The photo is pale compared to how glorious the light was that day. But thank you!
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so good to see you here and shining as well!
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Thanks, Beth. It’s too infrequent. I’m glad to see my blogging friends.
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Love those trees….
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Thanks! The photo couldn’t convey how amazing they were that day.
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This is so evocative 💜💜💜
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☃️
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