Designed to draw eyes upward,
scraggly stakes of winter are positioned
to point to the space above the mantel.
Here, only brick and mortar backdrop reside.
A façade of permanence, punctuated with lines.
Below the weathered twigs, a swath of green spreads about the shelf.
This comforting shawl teems with dense sprigs,
lush in every moment and angle
both symbolic and real, a mantle.
Interwoven are ornamental moments of silver, or of color and contrast,
fancied by a studious mind and placed by fussy hands,
yet are accustomed and sincere.
Tapered pick of crystal, a moment, the glittering fractals suspended in time,
And though a sheaf in days of stored abandonment,
it is now her manteau from twig to bough,
subduing winter’s darkness,
that embraces the starkness of an empty hearth and warms the room.