Winter in Jerusalem
The rains will return soon. This
year I will notice the wet stones
of Jerusalem
and call them art.
I will cherish the sweet, fat flesh
of February’s yellow peppers
the same way I admire
the sunlight that
illuminates the arcs of water
my arms draw in the air
when I backstroke my way
through July.
Soon, I will burrow into my warm boots and grey sweatshirt,
thin and soft with age.
I will inhale the strawberry scent that perfumes
Israel’s winter.
I will fill my husband’s belly with soup.
I will kindle the lights of Chanukah
with visitors I love and
cry when they
leave.
And I will bless You,
Master of All, for inviting me to witness
another season.
© Rivkah Lambert Adler, 2024
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