Scott Meskill Designs

Oyf Simchas

Schmuel

G-d be praised,
Their stories melted
with the frost leaving
something more tender.

Rivka’s stillness
seemed to soften
her head turning slightly
as if to find the sun.



Yaron

I stood next to her
like prayer

a mechayeh



Moshe

We believed their story
was the last
grasp of winter,
the way cold will hang
like fog in the branches
before spring.

Hope can be a distraction

pushing through the dirt.

Forgive us if we stretched in the sun.