Tuesday, January 20, 2015

At Dawn, Revisitation

awynfoto - 19 January 2015

The Snow Mind

Though one be accustomed to
winter's flakefall and drift,
tree limbs encrusted with snow,

or cedars' boughs iced and
heavied in the wake of
each freezing sweep

as January's cold gels dreams of
spring thaw, keeping one frosted
in the moment,

no thinking, no feeling,
no sight nor sound should permeate,
so that one can behold

the all and the nothing,
be-ing, non-thereness, and the
That that just is.

Inspired by:

by Wallace Stevens

One must have a mind of winter

To regard the frost and the boughs

Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;

And have been cold a long time

To behold the junipers shagged with ice,

The spruces rough in the distant glitter

Of the January sun; and not to think

Of any misery in the sound of the wind,

In the sound of a few leaves,

Which is the sound of the land

Full of the same wind

That is blowing in the same bare place

For the listener, who listens in the snow,

And, nothing himself, beholds

Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.

 It was -29C last week.  Yesterday it warmed up to about  -17C  and we got new snow.
Early morning, I saw my elderly neighbor out the window, already shoveling.

awynfoto-19 January 2015
 Partout, l'hiver.
C'est ça. C'est bon.

awynfotokard, 19 January 2015

*Blackie #3, a neighborhood stray, inspects the new snowpath.