Beatitudes of January

Blessed is the staying in bed cold winter darkness.
Blessed is the booming and breaking river ice.
Blessed is the speeding street scraping snow plow.
Blessed is the punctual growl of the newspaper man’s broken muffler. 
Blessed is the dutiful bark of the neighbor’s dog. 
Blessed is the biting and whistling north wind. 
Blessed is the scurrying roof squirrel. 
Blessed is her soft and heavenly breathing. 


Published in Amethyst Review, 1/25/20

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