"The winter of the soul, in its seeming barrenness,
its times of seeming unproductivity, its times of
silence and seeming stalemate, is perhaps it most
important season. Without it, there is no recovery of
freshness and vitality; no bursting forth in springtime splendor. "
--Dwight Judy
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From Leaves of Grass.....
Soon Shall the Winter's Foil Be Here
Soon shall the winter's foil be here;
Soon shall these icy ligatures unbind and melt--A little while,
And air, soil, wave, suffused shall be in softness, bloom and growth--a thousand forms shall rise
From these dead clods and chills as from low burial graves.
Thine eyes, ears--all thy best attributes--all that takes cognizance
of natural beauty,
Shall wake and fill. Thou shalt perceive the simple shows, the
delicate miracles of earth,
Dandelions, clover, the emerald grass, the early scents and flowers,
The arbutus under foot, the willow's yellow-green, the blossoming plum and cherry;
With these the robin, lark and thrush, singing their songs--the flitting bluebird;
For such the scenes the annual play brings on.
(that is why we have a winter, to best enjoy the life we get each spring, it has to be taken from us for a spell)
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Is that a fence post stuck in ice?
Or maybe a pick axe?
Beautiful photo.
~S
Thanks :)
Actually it's the stalk from cattails.
You take the best B&Ws.
M~
Gorgeous! I love the quote. I am keeping that for one of my Quote of the Month Club emails.
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