• ginger in the snow

    by  • February 12, 2014 • love, marriage, poetry • 9 Comments

    IMG_3583who knows how many

    pictures of you I’ve taken

    how many times we’ve walked

    down our street — in sun

    and snow — on our way


    to coffee and conversation

    yet you still steal my heart

    in the simplest of ways

    the singlest of frames

    the hope and ache


    of a lifetime caught

    in this crystal moment

    and me right behind you

    out in the storm and

    on our way to everything





    P. S. — There’s a new recipe.


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    9 Responses to ginger in the snow

    1. February 12, 2014 at 11:01 pm

      Awwww … And I love it that you are a chef who married a woman named after a spice. Your life shall always be flavored by her.

    2. Heather Koogler.
      February 12, 2014 at 11:18 pm

      What a love story you two have. So happy for both of you. Still. After all these years.

    3. Anj
      February 12, 2014 at 11:22 pm

      Simply beautiful.

    4. Sloane Underwood
      February 13, 2014 at 12:02 am

      I love your poem, and I love you!

    5. Julie Cochran
      February 13, 2014 at 7:53 am

      A lovely tribute to a beautiful lady!

    6. Judith Woelke
      February 13, 2014 at 11:59 am

      You two share a beautiful love. I wish more couples could enjoy life as you two do

    7. February 13, 2014 at 1:58 pm

      May God continue to bless and keep you both. Wishing you the sweetest and most tender of Valentine’s days.

    8. February 18, 2014 at 12:37 pm

      Ginger is one of my favorites. Spices and names. I worked once for a very special interim pastor named Ginger and she changed my heart and life. When I make my own ginger cookies, I often use three kinds of ginger (if I have them all) plus black pepper. I do think the most interesting and happy heat comes from the fresh ginger. If your love is anything like THAT, you’re so blessed. Happy day.

    9. February 18, 2014 at 12:39 pm

      P.S. Ginger’s good for lots of things — like digestion. That’s cool, too. Who wants to get their “bowels in an uproar,” as my late-great mom used to say.

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