Nadya and Aleksei Belikh in Kostroma, Russia a few years ago.
Being Wise Fifty-One January 23, 2022
Soft winter until now. Chilly
in the morning, but sunny afternoons.
Like spring. Then sleet and snow
sticking to the grass, the trees,
the planted onions, the roads,
stranding the cars. Where’s the
snowplow? In Finland it would
have been out hours ago. Tim
wanted to do the wash today.
His feet will be in the snow.
It’s quite stuck to the land
now, ice underneath the snow.
A second cup of tea helps.
A blanked over my legs,
a space heater. Our woodstove
sputters and goes out. Then
it smokes. When you can warm
a corner of the house, bundle
up and live there. Snow is a
gift whenever it falls.
And you have lights. Hallelujah.
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