What are you noticing?
Thursday, December 15, 2022—Winter Poems Series—#4
A quiet hello today,
How are you at this mid-point of December? Are you finding moments to breathe? To notice? To write? To do whatever brings you a smile, or some solace? I hope so.
Here, today began with a tiny bit of snow falling from a silent, pearl sky. The usual morning traffic sounds were dim and squishy.
It snowed just long enough to cover streets and sidewalks and make trees look sugared. Within a few hours the snow converted to sleet and then to rain, the pearl sky sliding to slaty gray—tree branches losing their confectionary glitter.
The quiet prevailed, though. As if trees and streams and monochrome meadows were sleeping. Which made me think of today’s poem.
Today’s poem is “Winter Trees” by William Carlos Williams.
All the complicated details of the attiring and the disattiring are completed! A liquid moon moves gently among the long branches. Thus having prepared their buds against a sure winter the wise trees stand sleeping in the cold.
With quiet appreciation and a dusting of solace,