The Manger Scene by Patricia Karamesines
Monday, December 24th, 2012Winter’s eve. She smelled the season on him. Summer, he came in redolent of horses and wild mint; winter, copper and ice. Metallic and snow-clean, he cooled the house. Behind him, now, feathers of snow bounced against black window glass. The household breath smelled of pies and bread. Shadows browned the cabin walls and firelight [...]