Gigging in the Snow

And so it's begun.  The enchanting, beautiful, terrible winter has begun with its first flitter of snow in Chicago.  As the snow begins to fall outside the window of my cozy living room, I often forget how fortunate I am to be so warm. 

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Winter's Ashes

Softly drifting from the skies

White as ashes on her hair and in her eyes

Chilling bones compelling sighs

Winter comes: all must die.

By twinkling lights along the street

She wonders as she wanders on frozen feet

If she might get a bite to eat

Or whether Jesus she might meet.

{Hear her calling in the wind,

"Won't somebody let me in?"

Winter's ashes on her face.

Will anybody give her grace?}

Cold as ice upon her skin

Not one soul will let her in

In the arms of bitter wind,

She won’t come this way again.

Numb, her heart, yet still it beats

Though it’s broken, though she weeps

On she walks and never sleeps

While to her frozen grave she creeps. 

{Hear her calling in the wind,

"Won't somebody let me in?"

Winter's ashes on her face.

Will anybody give her grace?}

Turn your head and your heart, too

Lest she steal or pierce it through.

Close your door and eat your fill.

If you won’t have her, Someone will.

Softly drifting from the skies

White as ashes on her hair and in her eyes

Chilling bones compelling sighs

Winter comes: she will rise. 

"Winter's Ashes" © 2010 by Carrie Pazdziora

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If these words intrigue you at all (and you are over 21 with $5 to spare), I encourage you to come out and hear it set to music, this coming Sunday night.  I'll be playing a set at 10 pm with some very good friends and fine musicians, Jenna Satterthwaite, Eric Pazdziora and Petras (who does not have a website, but -- I can assure you -- is a master of his art).  The Red Line Tap is where the action's at, and it really won't be the same without you!  The live music begins at 9pm with the Dawn Xiana Moon Trio. 

  Photo by Casey Jo Jenkins of J9 Photography