Wen Redmond: winter

Showing posts with label winter. Show all posts

Showing posts with label winter. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

a poem from dawn

Frozen World

Morning light creeps slowly over the hilltop

Deep blues paint the way for rosy kisses

Laid on snowy mounds

Piled at the edge of my heart.

Sunday, February 24, 2013

white thoughts

This day, then,

belongs to the woods

That secret solace.

Trees bending

in symphony,
cool white thoughts.

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Kahlil Gibran

A spiritual awakening is often found and developed in a wilderness. It can be a poem or a parable of a deep forest, a mountain meadow or a cactus-studded desert. The outdoor spirit of plein air refreshes and further enables the indoor studio chapel. Each new creative beginning is a confirmation of the simple truth of taking care. And while it may all appear to be self-indulgent and isolating, every thought, every stroke, every caress of the brush adds a small refreshment of meaning and purpose to our universe. "Work is love made visible."

Poem by Mary Oliver

Hello, sun in my face.

Hello, you who made the morning

and spread it over the fields

and into the faces of the tulips

and the nodding morning glories,

and into the windows of, even, the

miserable and the crotchety –

best preacher that ever was,

dear star, that just happens

to be where you are in the universe

to keep us from ever-darkness,

to ease us with warm touching,

to hold us in the great hands of light –

good morning, good morning, good morning.

Watch, now, how I start the day

in happiness, in kindness.