Eye of the Storm

My weather app declares: Winter Storm Warning

but if winter storms have an eye,

     we must be in it 

          for now

              because

there is a calm gentleness in

     the community of birds sharing the feeder

          the whitening molt of late autumn brown

                the swish of skis slicing the season’s first trails

     the sweep and glide of hawk and owl on patrol

            the steamy warmth of an earl grey latte

                  the deep soul-warmth of friends, once strangers.

Storms may swirl outside my window

       across my country

             around the world

                   in my own heart

But goodness and grace surround and settle me.