Winter solitude--
in a world of one color
the sound of wind.
Basho
This was today's light. I tried to delay my walk in order to enjoy the sunshine that was predicted for today. But Runa, my dog, could not wait. Her need allowed me to experience a wonderful winter glow as the sun was making it's entrance. It was particularly quiet today. The wind was a low whisper. I was in peaceful solitude, enveloped in the serene energy of the world around me. I send you a sigh of contentment.
The Cold ~~~ Wendell Berry
How exactly good it is
to know myself
in the solitude of winter,
my body containing its own
warmth, divided from all
by the cold; and to go
separate and sure
among the trees cleanly
divided, thinking of you
perfect too in your solitude,
your life withdrawn into
your own keeping
--to be clear, poised
in perfect self-suspension
toward you, as though frozen.
And having known fully the
goodness of that, it will be
good also to melt.
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