Shining
Frost, like light, illuminates the beauty
of ordinary things: early this morning
there’s a miraculous hedge of crystals
around the mouth of the garden pot
and the metal swallows, in imagined flight,
are rimed with halos of ice. And that
reminds me to refill the birdfeeders
with suet balls. And when I next look out
here are the blue and the long-tailed tits.
These are the moments that save us
in a world where we hear more about
hate than love, abuse than kindness.
And I want to tell every woman and girl
who spoke up these last weeks
that they shine with bravery and truth,
that they are the light in the dark.
The birds are like a congregation of joy.
The autumn sunlight is a blessing.
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