Monday, February 22, 2010

It was beginning winter

It was beginning winter,
An in-between time,
The landscape still partly brown:
The bones of weeds kept swinging in the wind,
Above the blue snow.
It was beginning winter,
The light moved slowly over the frozen field,
Over the dry seed crowns,
The beautiful surviving bones
Swinging in the wind.
Light traveled over the wide field;
The weeds stopped swinging.
The mind moved, not alone,
Through the clear air, in the silence.
Was it light?
Was it light within?
Was it light within light?
Stillness becoming alive,
Yet still?
A lively understandable spirit
Once entertained you.
It will come again.
Be still.

-Theodore Roethke


Cosmic Monkey said...

Because of how html handles spaces I can't indent this poem correctly I guess.

fremenine said...

Very nice. (I've had that same problem with html, can't remember offhand how to fix it, but it can be done...)

Arletta Rue said...

I really like this also!!

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