I wrote this poem after visiting with close friends in the mountains of Highland County (where I was born). We drove along ice covered roads to a valley where magic and mystery is forever present. It is the setting where my parents first met…a tributary of the river called Laurel Fork where my husband and I fell in love.

New Year’s Day
Love at times reaches a depth unfathomable 
Like a wind chill whipped on a January day
Sharp and numbing.
Like a golden light spilling upon
a frozen edged spring weaving
Through the valley.
Crisp and unspoken.
Magnifying
The beauty that
Is.