and now
the light grows longer
and the days colder
sometimes
there are moments
hours of poetry
and prayer
when time
is timeless
and then
some routine chore
a blessing too
* * *
The vintage frame is courtesy of Reusable Art – Breathing New Life Into Old Art.
The Doone Valley in Winter, by Frederick John Widgery (1861 – 1942).
Please visit the painting’s page, at Reusable Art – Breathing New Life Into Old Art, for more information.
This post is from 2010, from my Psalms And Nature blog.
window partly
covered with snow
brings to mind
words ancient and true
For now we see
through a glass darkly;
but then face to face:
now I know in part;
but then shall I know
even as also
I am known.
***
We had our Christmas wreath in the house for a few weeks during the holidays. Karl bought the wreath at Home Depot in Kohler, on Christmas Eve (half-price). Then we put it outside, and so pretty in the snowfall from yesterday. Here’s a new photo of the Lake Michigan beach – the Wisconsin view! The photos are by Karl.
These are new photos by Karl. The first photo of Lake Michigan is from January. He took the photo of the deer just now.
Pink horizons in the morning as the sun rises and pink clouds as the sun sets. Steam rises from Lake Michigan. What a contrast from the summer, when the fishing boats head east on the water early, and then jet skies and other boats during the day. So many ages and different family groups are in a small space, and it all works out fine. It’s also true that sometimes these cold days I remind myself that there are times when I long for this quiet. Our four seasons here in Wisconsin are distinct, and even each month has its own character. In Illinois, where we lived, spring ran fast to summer; or maybe I was too busy teaching to notice the small changes. Here sometimes it doesn’t really warm up until July some years.
Always beauty. Always gratitude.
sitting in the sunroom
with two blankets
and a cup of coffee
reading and looking . . .
sun on the icebergs
Poems From Oostburg, Wisconsin 