i'm in the woods
knee deep in snow
the sky is truly
this blue
the trees are truly bending down
to see who is passing through
bewitched by mysterious nearness
i gaze through a shadowy veil
and see an enchanted shoreline
and an enchanted distance
hidden secrets are given to me
someone’s sun is for me to hold
italicized words excerpted from the writing of aleksándr blok "the stranger"
24 comments:
This post leaves me smiling, Steven.
I love that you are so willing and so able to express that wondrous feeling of walking under the trees and knowing that they know we are there.
There is a little lane not far from my house where I feel embraced by the arching trees over the lane. I often go out of my way to stop by that lane just to breathe it all in.
I quite loved your words today much more than those of blok...well done.
And thank you so much for the smile. xoxo
The sun glinting on the snow, extraordinary for someone like me, from climate such as mine. I can only imagine through posts such as this. Thanks, Steven.
nice :D
hello babbies. thankyou. steven
elisabeth - it's actually a real journey to come to love winter. if you check the postings i make from the beginning to then end fof winter they follow a loop from adoration, to frustration, to love, and then to a maudlin let's get it over with tone! sun is a welcome friend in the winter. steven
jo thankyou for your kind comment. i spend a fair bit of time near trees. i like their company! steven
Happy Valentine's Day Steven, just catching up now.
Hi Steven! what a beautiful day.. the blue sky and the silhouettes and shadows in the white snow are very nice..
Wish you a nice day :)
Don't you love that feeling of the trees being aware of you? It's one of the things I like best about walking in the woods - that fellowship.
love that second picture steven.
The trees, the sun and the shadow patterns - magnificent images and the words are beautiful.
The trees bending over you- curious, protective and grateful that you would go out and visit with them- not much for them to do in winter.
Thank you for taking us there.
Springtime really IS like a stranger at this point.
Almost warm here ... it's coming!
I like the company of trees as well Steven. I cannot imagine living in a place without those arching trees. They are a part of my home.
If I am holding someone's sun I hope I am doing a better job than I am doing with someone's atmosphere.
These long shadows in the snow signal the end of a long winters' day. Happy Valentines' Day. (((HUGS)))
thankyou valerie! steven
matias thankyou for the kind wish and especially for the kind comment. steven
pauline i really do like the companionship and then also the melding in feeling of becoming closer to the whole of the natural world. i'm a part of it after all! steven
ellen - me too. i've taken that particular picture three times. four years apart in the same neck of the woods. the thin saplings and the spindly shadows call me. steven
aguja thankyou very much. steven
linda sue - that made me smile for sure! they are probably like dogs on the porch - waiting for something to come along - although i think the trees are mulling over old stories and maybe telling them to each other in their old wooden voices. steven
reya - i can feel the slightest tickle - like the hug of someone the hem of whose summer dress brushes against my knee! steven
linda - you know so much about the woods. where does that all come from?! steven
I don't know if I could bear living winters like yours... but as you depict them, it seems better than any other season... but soon you'll hear the leaves crack....
Hey I've created a new blog... stopped at Sweeter Poetry for a long while.
If you are interested
http://myduality2.blogspot.com/
Hugs
D.
It's funny, I don't mind looking up as trees tower over me...only when undeserving people tower over me. My joke with them is, "I look up to you only because I have to...don't take it as a compliment."
You, however, I look up to. Wonderful photos and love the new header!
Hope Valentine's Day was happy for you and the ones you love.
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