A Small Delight

Writing our memories is a way to try to keep them. It does not take many words bring it all back. Here is a poem about a winter day’s particular colors. Underneath the naming of colors is the “delight” I found in what I saw, glad as I was to be going to a holiday gathering with my family.

A Small Delight of Colors

This silver bracelet? A Christmas gift.

On the way to our daughter’s home

one Christmas Day, I saw fields

wearing brown coats with ragged

fringes of trees, and—the silver

curve of a narrow frozen creek

beneath a sky I remember

as aquamarine.