There be many shapes of mystery,
and many things God makes to be,
past hope or fear,
and the end men looked for cometh not,
and a path is there where no one sought.
so hath it fallen here.
--Euripides
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Snow in the north
Home again after a whirlwind expedition in the frozen north to my other home. Even though I frequently complain of feeling "cold as death," I truly enjoy snow and winter air. The night sky is breathtaking in the fierce clarity of winter cold--how the stars pierce the heart! The trees are transformed into lumbering white beasts, and the cardinal's bright spark pops against the snowy canvas: nature's haiku.
1 comment:
Very nice.
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