Conversations (XIV) — to this arrival like hoarfrost
Like hoarfrost, when it comes, comes through stillness
This arrival changes the appearance of only things
Still enough to have always been there
Like hoarfrost, when it comes, comes through stillness
This arrival changes the appearance of only things
Still enough to have always been there
To me this is a perfect poem for Christmas Eve, and for a New Year. The idea of something beautiful waiting inside of the eternal and then, there it is fresh and new as well. Perfect.
Thanks Jessa! And a merry Christmas to everyone out there!