When I was so much younger than I am today, December was the month of anticipation.  The movement of time from the beginning of winter break until Christmas crawled slower than a snail.  Today, winter is the season of anticipation…winter advisories, wind chill, snow-covered sidewalks…and most importantly…the awakening of spring.

green

An old man’s love,

while trying to forget it,

a winter rainfall.

                                                     ~Buson*

winter rainfall

*cited:

Haiku Master Buson

Ed., Y. Sawa & E. Shiffert

On Foot

I had to Walk Through the Solar Systems,

before I found the first thread of my red dress.

Already, I sense myself.

Somewhere in space hangs my heart,

sparks fly from it, shaking the air,

to other reckless hearts.

            (“My self-confidence depends on the fact that I have discovered my dimensions:

It does not become me to make myself less than I am.”)

                                                                                                                           ~Edith Sodergran (1892-1923)

after the first snow (2)

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*cited:

Women in Praise of the Sacred

Ed: Jane Hirshfield