Wintering

The crunch of hardened snow.
A mouthful of icy air, everybody's
breath visible in swirling clouds.
Head down, into the wind, cuts
like broken glass. Deer reported starving.
How do sparrows endure all winter,
perched side by side, huddling?

So many things are marked for departure,
but instead they linger, stay where there is
no comfort, where everybody covets their warmth,
nothing extra available. Just remember the starving
deer and you'll get the whole picture of wintering.
And then you must abide the time, it's frozen too.

Balancing your heavy body with flapping arms,
you attempt a winter walk. It's a good idea
gone bad. Blame the weather, the rest of us do.
There are no feelings here to be hurt. Remember
the face of Janus, the doubled-faced god staring
into two time zones with no emotion, hard as ice,

cold as snow, no friend to men and women, just
a guardian of winter, a time-keeper whose
cold gaze sees neither beauty nor wonder,
only duration from solstice to equinox.
So many other things marked for departure
have fled, but you chose to remain,

winter after winter, you endure, you prevail
in this cul de sac. There must be some deep
sense of beauty in your soul which rises
every December and embraces this frigid season.
It is not warmth that rises to flood your being,
it is a sense of belonging to this land in every season.

by Daniel Brick

Comments (7)

Nice! I love the message here, we may not like every season, but we prevail and endure. It reminds us that we are akin to the earth and its changes. In that, we are no different from the other animals in our environment, just trying to make it through the winter.
winter after winter, you endure, you prevail in this cul de sac. There must be some deep sense of beauty in your soul which rises every December and embraces this frigid season. It is not warmth that rises to flood your being, it is a sense of belonging to this land in every season. - - - -There must be some deep sense of beauty in soul that prevails and rises every December to embrace frigid season.
Wow, Daniel, this is an excellent picture of, meditation on, winter. I am especially impressed with your linking Janus with winter—how well he represents the steeling or hardening—like ice itself—against winter’s assault. Little or no emotion—just the pushing ahead to endure. (Walking in that? As I type this out, I’m on an exercycle; I’m much more a warm-weather walker.) -Glen
The voting box keeps rejecting my attempt to give you a 10.... I shall try again while I'm on PH today until it works or I explode
Part 2- - - by any ancient or present-day writer about mythology as well as a philosophical discussion about the harsh beauty of winter and how it draws the soul.... Whew! That poem traveled and the journey was so full of truths and images that I feel like you took me on quite a journey! ! ! 10++++++++++++ and an honored place on my fav list
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