it's really no surprise
that today
i biked
through the feathered tickle
of gently falling snow
i felt each flake kissing my skin
much like the beginning
of a long goodbye
snow over town (unidentified artist)
blending with the wind,
snow falls;
blending with the snow,
the wind blows.
by the hearth
i stretch out my legs,
idling my time away
confined in this hut.
counting the days,
i find that february, too,
has come and gone
like a dream.
ryokan
18 comments:
Time passes like a dream. We measure it with the seasons. I think this painting is lovely, Steven, especially the falling snow on a blue world.
hello elisabeth! it has snowed here on each of the past two days but this morning it has gone. it isn't a surprise to me to have this happen so late in april. it's like reexperiencing the first snow of winter all over again. steven
We celebrated our second son's April birthday one year as snow fell on the tulips and daffodils. We laughed and marveled at the preposterous beauty of it all.
It's a treasured memory, and I think you've used the perfect metaphor...like the kisses of a long goodbye.
O dear, still snow and ice, even if only temporarily.
Come to Shropshire where the sun shines brightly and you can ride your bike in green fields.
It is truly incredible that you can experience the snow as a goodbye kiss. Me? I would have been cursing! I am not saintly, oh no.
I salute you.
I had an image of a bear with the poem, in his "hut", sitting by the hearth (heart) of the Earth, stretching out his legs and dreaming through the winter....
I like the surprise of snow this time of year, it doesn't stay too long and seeing it weave its carpet amongst the daffodils is quite enchanting. They seem no worse for the wear, though we've gotten only a spot here and there... breathing in spring, breathing out winter..
steven, I love snowflakes, they have a special magic...make us dream, as this poem. I loved!
oa.s
the beginning of a long goodbye - that exactly describes this winter's leave-taking!
Love Ryokan's poem...
jo the snow came and went but its arrival was so wintry - blasts of air and great swirling vortices of snow. the result was so gentle it was improbable. that's the only word. steven
friko - england and my bike are in my long-term line of sight. i have made contact with several organizations who will help me with that. thanks for the encouragement. steven
reya - i'm far from saintly myself! i like it that way! howver, i can see goodness in hard to reach places. that's a nice quality isn't it!!! steven
valerianna - that image made me laugh for the goodness of it! yep. that's it in a nutshell. in a bear's paws. steven
oa.s, yes a special magic. you can find it wherever you look. steven
pauline i admire ryokan's poem and poetry also. winter has made a reluctant leaving. almost like a leaving and a returning just to say goodbye one more time, and then one more time . . . again! steven
Oh this fickle, tickley spring.
Feathered tickles and snow kisses as winter fades like a dream. I appreciate your positive words for this lingering season, because I feel that too, even as I long for spring.
tess it's an undecided rendering of spring this year that's for sure!! steven
ruth - the recession of winter's outer features has been a challenge - biking - and a joy. each little snowfall reminds me of my last christmas in england when i was almost eight years old. the sight of snow was in the realm of magic for me and that's the sensation that engulfs me as these little flakes kiss my face. steven
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