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.

Primavera

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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