The Linnet's Wings The Winter´s Tale, Ravens and Robins - Page 47

Ravens and Robins AFTER THE FIRST STORM OF THE SEASON by Kathleen Cassen Mickelson A just-past-full moon bathes the dog and me in light as we pick our way over day-old snow turned brittle. A forty-degree temperature drop changes the world. Wind pushes dark puffs of clouds across the back-lit sky, reshapes their nebulous bodies. If only it were so easy for us to move along. I think of my mother, dead seventeen years today. We played Christmas carols during her last week, knew she would be gone before we opened presents. On her last morning, I looked into her yellowed waning moon eyes, felt her light flicker, then extinguish. Her spirit scuttled away, through the wall, into a point in outer space we think of as Heaven though we remain unclear about its details. Then bleeds into now: snow-covered ground, brightening sky, swift clouds, setting moon, my own icy breath. 47