Discovering Winter's Warmth
by Odin odin@aflx.com — Read all 3,869 poems by Odin odin@aflx.com
Whether it's redistribution of wealth, movements in the parks, or a much needed redistribution of sanity, as we try so hard to acquire some kind of uniqueness, a separation from what Plato might call “sameness,” we sometimes forget how connected we are to the many layered canvas of nature’s curated art. "A guilty conscience needs to confess. A work of art is a confession" – Albert Camus.
Sunday, December 9, 2012
Discovering Winter's Warmth
What value we ignore
these short days
air filled with crystalline arrest
bestowing remembrance of colors in respite
while we engage anew
our will to embrace
the resistance
the invitation to accept
Winter ushers us to perfect seats
where bows of pine and oak wood
curl their needle and leaf
into protection and sleep
wisdom we know little of
nature's ancestral intransience
This stage of emptiness soon fills
like protective strands of thread interlaced
woven crystals cloak bare branches
while crusts of ice bear final witness
cover for now
irrigation come spring
How wise
this four act saga of nature
void of discrimination
knowing how little life requires
of comfort we so covetously horde
even as rarefied light
that which never hides in the shadows
always provides
if only we would pause
allow
Fortunately
An audience of seeds will survive
amidst a huddled awareness
providing innate connection
to all that is
from all that was
those knowing well
that which patience rewards
Survival of the fittest
understands beyond the science
beyond a season
gathering carefully the warmth to offer later
one body to another
revealing the exponential wonder
to other unique crystals in flight
Nature's singularity
so very near for some
a winter's cold away for others
budd