Grace Winter Woods

Grace Winter Woods

Racquel James Esau

In the live cathedral, the vaulted ceiling, sleeping, sways,
Creaks, catches, bending branches spill snow on upturned face.
A baptism of pure beauty, fall of clean white grace.

Oh, grace is cold down the neck, when it comes
To that, when it comes like that. When it falls like some
Shocking, shivering shower and awakens, oh no, never numbs.

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Racquel James Esau
Artist & Poet

Racquel is a 23 year-old artist, poet, and paint-maker living with her husband in beautiful Alberta, Canada. When not painting, writing, foraging for pigments, or finding inspiration in nature, she’s usually wishing she was. This is her second poem published in Ekstasis.

Photography by Jon MK