Winter Thoughts We Love
I prefer winter and fall,
when you feel the bone structure
of the landscape-the loneliness of it,
the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it.
The whole story doesn’t show.
Every gardener knows that under the cloud of white
lies a miracle…
a seed waiting to sprout, a bulb opening to the light,
a bud straining to unfurl.
And the anticipation nurtures our dream.
There is a privacy about winter
which no other season gives you… In the spring, summer and fall
people sort of have an open season with each other;
only in the winter, in the country,
can you have longer, quiet stretches
when you can savor belonging to yourself.