This Winter’s Afternoon

by Nicholas Andrea

I am called outside upon arriving home, so
I take to foot upon the soft Earth


what I catch is the space, between
one step after one step;

looking up to a fading Winter’s afternoon sky
catching a glimpse of the evening lightbulb
already hanging proud and high in her shining silvery brightness –
that one, oh that one,
to which so many before me have written song,

she never disappoints, does she
in her majesty, ever
there and beautiful
like my own mother;

yes, because of Luna, I know God exists.

One step after one step
a silent mind sees a silent world

and, how clearly
in Winter’s chilly dormancy
when nature’s party is over for the year
and all comes to stillness – the

barren trees sleeping naked, the
placid lake, with nobody playing in her – her waves come to stillness – the
human beings, whose general absence from this moment tells their tale –
for, who likes the cold?

Now I have come home again and sit in this room
dusk has left it darkly, only
a lit candle before me on the floor
licking them with flames of light –
that chair with the shirt hanging there
and the bookshelf with the books arranged so square
and the guitars standing so tall and fair, they are

looking back at me
and I have to wonder, who is really in this body, what
is the energy moving through this spine, and
who does it really belong to, there is just

seeing, just
hearing, just
smelling the warm scent of the candle
wafting through the moment; there is just

breathing, just
hearing the voices talking downstairs – that’s
God talking, no need to reject, to
some great state


this –

I could never have become myself,
this winter’s afternoon
if I was holding onto an idea
any idea at all.


About NickAndrea19

My goal has always been and continues to be the liberation of minds, my own and what influence I may have on others, to perceive the extraordinary beauty all around us. To this end, I write, play music, and design websites. Don't hesitate to contact me for more information about any of these activities. :)
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One Response to This Winter’s Afternoon

  1. Bill Walz says:

    Oh yes, just this.This winter day.

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