Almost midnight, mild mid-December
Tell the day to let go of the lake.
It is deeper than even the night
and its stars are alive.
Down here in the heart nothing
is burning, even tragedy houses
the vulnerable gestures of life.
Come dawn the night and the day will
once again renew their tepid rivalry.
Miles away the mountain awakes
and realizes he is a lake, too.
Translations from the English 
Ooof. I wish this were not so perfect for today, but I am also glad it is so perfect.
This makes me glad, I think!
Whoa. This one gave me goose bumps, Jeff.
Lovely. Really.
With winter setting in, I scheduled a post the first day of Winter. (12/21/15) I wrote about some sadness, melancholy of entering cold and dreary months. I do have a happy, fulfilled life but for some reason this post reflected some of my thoughts, Jeff. Take care, Robin
It is a good day for poetry, and reflection, and just plain sadness.
This helped me realize I am a lake, too.
You are, and for many of us, too.
Wonderful and chilling, too.