And don't think the garden
loses its ecstasy in winter.
It's quiet, but
the roots down there are riotous.
Rumi
3. Christina Rossetti, ‘In the Bleak Midwinter‘.
In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,
In the bleak midwinter, long ago.
Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him, nor earth sustain;
Heaven and earth shall flee away when He comes to reign.
In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed
The Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ …
To a Wreath of Snow
O transient voyager of heaven!
O silent sign of winter skies!
What adverse wind thy sail has driven
To dungeons where a prisoner lies?
Methinks the hands that shut the sun
So sternly from this morning’s brow
Might still their rebel task have done
And checked a thing so frail as thou.
They would have done it had they known
The talisman that dwelt in thee,
For all the suns that ever shone
Have never been so kind to me!
For many a week, and many a day
My heart was weighed with sinking gloom
When morning rose in mourning grey
And faintly lit my prison room
But angel like, when I awoke,
Thy silvery form so soft and fair
Shining through darkness, sweetly spoke
Of cloudy skies and mountains bare;
The dearest to a mountaineer
Who, all life long has loved the snow
That crowned her native summits drear,
Better, than greenest plains below.
And voiceless, soulless, messenger
Thy presence waked a thrilling tone
That comforts me while thou art here
And will sustain when thou art gone
In winter the bare boughs that seem to sleep
Work covertly, preparing for the spring.
Rumi
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We bury our seeds and wait,
Winter blocks the road,
Flowers are taken prisoners underground,
But then green justice tenders in spring.
Rumi
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Winter is truly here, but it has been a little warmer here which I enjoy.
And don't think that the
garden loses it's ecstasy
in winter. It's quiet, but the
roots down there are
riotous.
Rumi
Right now it has turned really cold here. As long as we are peaceful, let us truly enjoy this season. It has nice things to do as well like skating, skiing and many other winter sports as well. The weather is up and down, on a milder day it is nice just to have a walk and enjoy the white snow.
Emily Dickinson
It reaches to the fence,
It wraps it, rail by rail,
Till it is lost in fleeces;
It flings a crystal veil
On stump and stack and stem, —
The summer’s empty room,
Acres of seams where harvests were,
Recordless, but for them…
WHITE SILENCE by Margrit Rueger
The morning air carries
the fragrance of snow,
sparkling white beauty
reflecting in my eyes.
I plunge into this softness
this myriad of snowflakes
each a masterpiece of design
beholding a vision of peace.
My footprints across the field
a friendly message to the sky.
I am embraced by the woods,
aware of my perfect solitude.
My breath the only sound,
I let beauty and silence
enter and expand within
and my heartbeats dance.
I need not ask any questions.
All answers resonate in my heart,
through the magnificence of nature
I hear the divine language of Love.
Surrounded by infinite purity
I stand in stillness and awe
to heaven I raise my voice,
whispering words of praise.
I touch upon the mystery of life
merging with the glittering light.
I am the snow, the sun, the sky
one with the Source, I shine.
White drifts gently down
Winter’s silence all around
Peaceful, serene night
Snowflakes softly drift
Winter chill griping the earth
Silence blankets white
Crystals kiss the air
Winter whispers gently sing
Hushed stillness descends
Snowflakes dance and swirl
Icy chill grips the earth tight
Silence fills the sky
Snowflakes fill the air
Branches bow under the weight
Drifts of white mount high
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Winter Haiku – Matsuo Basho
January 31, 2014 by Jane Rosalea Brown
Matsuo Basho (1644 – 1694) is considered the greatest Japanese haiku poet. Here are four of his most-loved winter haiku poems:
Winter Solitude
by Matsuo Basho
Winter solitude –
in a world of one color
the sound of wind.
Winter Garden
by Matsuo Basho
Winter garden,
the moon thinned to a thread,
insects singing.
First Winter Rain
by Matsuo Basho
First winter rain –
even the monkey
seems to want a raincoat.
When the Winter Chrysanthemums Go
by Matsuo Basho
When the winter chrysanthemums go,
there’s nothing to write about
but radishes.
