It Was Beginning Winter
by Theodore RoethkeOriginal Language English
It was beginning winter.
An in-between time.
The landscape still partly brown:
The bones of weeds kept swinging in the wind,
Above the blue snow.
It was beginning winter.
The light moved slowly over the frozen field,
Over the dry seed-crowns,
The beautiful surviving bones
Swinging in the wind.
Light traveled over the wide field;
Stayed.
The weeds stopped swinging.
The mind moved, not alone,
Through the clear air, in the silence.
 | -- from Poetry for the Spirit: Poems of Universal Wisdom and Beauty, Edited by Alan Jacobs |
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