An Arctic Blast socks
the Southeast, wildfires
consume the "City of Angels."
On the coldest day
of winter, an amaryllis
bursts forth in my kitchen.
Divine order of the universe
is turned upside down,
Mother Nature confused.
When the frost sparkles
like gems on needle-like-grass,
a blood-red flower shoots
from a bulb reposing on gravel,
and lifts a cup of grape juice
to toast the golden light.
--Brenda Kay Ledford
I hope my blogger friends are staying warm and safe.
I am enjoying my amaryllis blooming in my kitchen. On a cold, snowy day, I sip a cup of hot apple cider, gaze at the beautiful flower and count my blessings.
May we remember our neighbors in California who have lost their homes due to the wildfires. One man who was a resident of our county, lives in California. The fire is now five miles from his home. May we remember Greg and thousands of other people who have lost their homes. Also, please keep the firefighters, National Guard members, and first responders in our thoughts and prayers.
