in the firn

Hello, friends!

Cannot tell you how many versions of a Christmas poem I tried to pen this year. All to no avail.

With the sudden loss of my mom in November, and the even more sudden loss of my 55yo cousin (and dear friend) a few weeks ago, I am sure you will forgive me if I am not exactly feeling the Christmas sprit this year.

That said, I am madly in love with this little wintry poem. Not much to it, but hopefully it speaks volumes to you, as it did to me.

Feel free to share your thoughts/feelings with me in the Comments section below… or on Twitter or Facebook.

Wishing you and your families a peaceful and happy holidays!

-PS Conway ☘ ☘ ☘

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in the firn

the ancient oak, vast shoulders slunched,

grouses deep, burdened by the weight

of time

of memory

of snowfall

pens a journal evanescent

etched by branchly tendrils in the firn

all it has learned, a circle pure,

etched round

and round

and round

recalls the fae, their love for the forest,

remembers the Christ, who died on a tree.


  1. I’m so sorry for your losses. I lost my father and sister several years ago, both around the holidays, so I can understand some of how you’re feeling. I offer you some extra love and light. Do whatever brings you comfort in the days ahead. Wishing you all the best.

  2. The weight of the deep snow hanging on the tree reminds me of time slowing down when you are in mourning. Everything feels unmoveable, especially ourselves when we are grieving.

  3. So sorry for your losses, P.S.! This is a beautifully written poem with strong visual imagery. “…vast shoulders slunched, grouses deep, burdened by the weight of time, of memory of snowfall.” The greatest burden of all for that tree being the burden of bearing the weight of the Lord Jesus Christ. Breathtaking!

  4. Bless you, my friend! The way the snow hangs on tree branches, grief, in the same way, weighs us down, however, in time, the weight feels a tiny bit less.

    Hugs and positive vibes to you, Pat!

  5. Beautiful poem
    Says so much in so few sentences
    Imagery vivid
    Love the memory of Christ on the tree
    That sacrificial wound the tree remembers
    Memory, deep memories imbue this poem
    Sorry for your losses
    Writing is such a wonderful tool in grief and connecting globally

  6. A beautiful poem. I like that the tree recalls fairies (fictional beings) and Jesus (the fully human, fully God historically proven Son of man). The tree is the writer. It has an imagination and a soul.

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