Winter Fruit

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Jessica Brophy is an islophile and nissologist working as a small-town newspaper reporter. Her other contributions to Snake-Oil Cure can be found here.

Winter

soft
like angels dropping grace
on the brown crust
of earth

it falls
in silence and calm, covering
the dead of autumn with
a shroud

of watery pearls, blooms
frozen at their birth
and released as they die
lying

on the soil
that is hard and yet unaware
of the offspring it will
bear

it falls
white and deaf as I watch and wish
I was young again
snowballing

sledding through
whiteness, but my old bones would
break like boughs under the
snow’s weight

Exposure № 001: Blaue Hortensie

Rilke wrote a beautiful poem about a blue hydrangea, fading from summer’s bright blue to fall’s brown brittleness.  He hints at sadness and death and decay and destruction. What this poem puts me in mind of, however, is that right now we need its reverse to start happening – the dead and decayed should come back to life and the brown brittleness should start to suck energy and color back out of the soil.  In short, it should be spring soon.

Dr. Hurley’s Tonic № 002

A warming tonic for cold Winter nights spent in with your feet propped up.

  • 1 ounce ruby port
  • 1.5 ounces bourbon
  • 1 teaspoon maple syrup
  • 2 dashes orange bitters

Stir together maple syrup and orange bitters, add a large ice cube (as large as possible), pour port and bourbon over the ice.