Thursday, January 27, 2011

Spare A Little Pity For The Winter

We are unjustly harsh in our opinion of winter, as we are too generous in our assessment of spring.

Spiritual growth, even life itself, would be impossible without the purity and terror of absolute zero.

All recovery shares the experience of winter to some extent. Distractions are eliminated, props, crutches, and comforts are gone. All that remains is the quiet, and a merciless mirror of ice.


Spare a little pity for the winter
Nature’s yearly festival of death
Vicious winds and leaden days
Salt upon the roads we slide
Sacrament of perfect nothingness

Spare a little pity for the winter
Conjure up the lost and lonely night
You looked upon a silent world
Encased by snow and ice, bathing
In the moonlight silver blue, and
Realized it was not made to love you

Spare a little pity for the winter
Recall a bitter, chilly morning when
You gazed outside to watch the sunlight
Blaze upon the fallen snow so brightly
That you had to shield your eyes
Dazzling, vivid, endless sky
Graced you with its glory

Spare a little pity for the winter
Frigid air is full of fare-thee-well
Weather beaten, naked trees
Reach down deep into the earth
Drab and dreary scenery
Bristles with activity, more
Is taking place than we can know

When the air grows marvelous mad
Dizzy in an orgy of riotous glamor
We once more find earth
To our pleasing, and eagerly forget
Faith, not time, summons spring

Spare a little pity for the winter      

Alistair McHarg 


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