The hardest part of winter for me is long stretches without sunlight. We’ve not had his company as much as I would like this week and it tends to make me feel unsettled and depressed. Consequently I must make an effort to find ordinary miracles in the grey and shadows and frost of winter. We’ve had a few chilly nights that have left fingers of ice on the grass and leaves the next morning. And we’ve had some beautiful episodes of fog in the early hours that have cloaked the skeletal trees with a robe of mist. I thought it would be fun to pair some recent photos of frost with some favorite phrases from the poet of the same name.
A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom.
I shall be telling this with a sigh, somewhere ages and ages hence
In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life. It goes on.
Blessings to you,