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