I thought I should share Jane Hirshfield's "A Chair in Snow" because it so beautifully illustrates the weight of the season.

Jane Hirshfield opens the sacredness of the everyday in "I sat in the sun."

The world is burning.

Grief and pain are tied to a loss of communication. There's a numbness in knowing you can't be heard.

Hirshfield's poem brings us to a number of pains and frustrations. They are "difficult hours and minutes," "like salted plums in a jar."

“A day is vast. / Until noon. / Then it’s over.”