Winter’s Grace

Even as a child I knew that

Winter was God’s favorite.

Barren trees boldly proclaiming
Their truths, no modesty, naked
Bark, fleshy scars, storied limbs of lovers
Children crawling through the Labyrinth-like branches
Twisted like souls knotted together.

That is winter.

God’s favorite season.

— Niles U. Comer

niles@paintedsoul.org