Winter: A Transitional Canadian Lament
Endless winter,
and the scudding grey clouds,
colour my thoughts.
Northwest winds blow
intermittent snow,
distorting my sight,
dulling the light.
Pale grey luminescence
infuses my days with drab,
and dampen creative spark.
Slowly stretching days
drag into winter night.
Hibernation envy,
and wishes of warm.
A change in the quality of light:
no longer a cold brassy glow,
a sparkle, a twinkle begins germination,
crocuses poke, as we perch,
in joyous expectation,
on the breaking crest,
the welcome verdant tide of spring.
Welcome, and Namaste
Greetings fellow travellers,
For you American friends visiting, you will notice that this old Canadian uses Canadian English in this blog: kindly bear with me. As I blog primarily on subjects that are vitally interesting to me, I appreciate all feedback.
As I tend to be a bit of a language usage freak, I will, as required, edit obscenity and rude comments. That said, I welcome your opinions and discussion.
May your Dharma be clear
Peace
"If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended:
That you have but slumb'red here,
While these visions did appear."
Puck’s epilogue to A Midsummer Night’s Dream
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