The steam rolls off the boiling pool,
While all the winter air is cool.
I sink into the heavy heat,
And find a quiet, warm retreat.
The snow is falling on my hair,
But I am safe and shielded there.
A gift from deep beneath the earth,
To give the freezing bone rebirth.
Living in the snowy north, Yuki’s poetry is a testament to finding incredible warmth in the absolute coldest of seasons. She writes about the enduring spirit of life, the quiet beauty of snow-capped mountains, and...
The wooden logs are stacked so high,Beneath a heavy, graying sky.The chimney smokes, the fire roars,Behind the heavy,...
The logs are black, the embers red,Before the world is put to bed.The smoke curls up into the...