Wednesday, January 7, 2015

lessons from a pond in winter

there is a thing called

even feathers
get stuck sometimes
(take heart; spring is coming)

it doesn't matter if i understand how
it all happens
but my choice to see
or not to see
is daily life or death
to me

"What a severe yet master artist old Winter is.....No longer the canvas and the pigments, but the marble and the chisel."  ~John Burroughs  "The Snow-Walkers"  1866

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