My footsteps, muffled in the frigid morning,
break the icy crust
of the nights snow.
I scatter offerings to the winged creatures
as they perch in the fragrant evergreen boughs-
with bright eyes, they watch me.
As I turn to go back in the warm house,
celestial voices are lifted in song
and the sound of wings echo in the air.
His voice on the phone
The stem cell transplant
for the new year
that an angel will appear
to watch over him-
And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings… Luke 2:10
*** This was written several years ago before my brothers stem cell transplant. He continues to do well, is still in a chemo routine that will be a part of his life, but he is living his life without fear.