A Walk in the Woods is Good for the Soul
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There are no words to describe how beautiful spring is here. These few pictures cannot describe it to you, either because in order to fully appreciate the warm breeze, the new leafings and the greening of the ground, you must first endure the long winter that preceeds them.
This winter was particularly grueling. We did not have very many days of extreme cold but we had lots and lots of snow and freezing rain and sleet. We had several thaws which left us with dirty snowbanks beside the road and drab, spongey snow on lawns and fields. The sky was overcast most days from November to March. It was a dark and drizzley winter, a drab and depressing winter.
Now we are receiving our reward in the form of an early spring. The leaves are coming on, the cowslips have blossomed, tulips and daffodils are up (my husband is happily categorizing homeowners into daffodil haves and have-nots as he drives to work every day) and skunk cabbage and trilliums are making their appearances in the woods.
In honor of this quickening, here is one of my favorite poems - The Botticellian Trees by William Carlos Williams (aka. Bill Carl Bill in our house).
The Botticellian Trees
The alphabet of
the trees
is fading in the
song of the leaves
the crossing
bars of the thin
letters that spelled
winter
and the cold
have been illuminated
with
pointed green
by the rain and sun -
The strict simple
principles of
straight branches
are being modified
by pinched-out
ifs of color, devout
conditions
the smiles of love -
. . . . . .
until the stript
sentences
move as a woman's
limbs under cloth
and praise from secrecy
quick with desire
love's ascendancy
in summer -
In summer the song
sings itself
above the muffled words -
There are no words to describe how beautiful spring is here. These few pictures cannot describe it to you, either because in order to fully appreciate the warm breeze, the new leafings and the greening of the ground, you must first endure the long winter that preceeds them.
This winter was particularly grueling. We did not have very many days of extreme cold but we had lots and lots of snow and freezing rain and sleet. We had several thaws which left us with dirty snowbanks beside the road and drab, spongey snow on lawns and fields. The sky was overcast most days from November to March. It was a dark and drizzley winter, a drab and depressing winter.
Now we are receiving our reward in the form of an early spring. The leaves are coming on, the cowslips have blossomed, tulips and daffodils are up (my husband is happily categorizing homeowners into daffodil haves and have-nots as he drives to work every day) and skunk cabbage and trilliums are making their appearances in the woods.
In honor of this quickening, here is one of my favorite poems - The Botticellian Trees by William Carlos Williams (aka. Bill Carl Bill in our house).
The Botticellian Trees
The alphabet of
the trees
is fading in the
song of the leaves
the crossing
bars of the thin
letters that spelled
winter
and the cold
have been illuminated
with
pointed green
by the rain and sun -
The strict simple
principles of
straight branches
are being modified
by pinched-out
ifs of color, devout
conditions
the smiles of love -
. . . . . .
until the stript
sentences
move as a woman's
limbs under cloth
and praise from secrecy
quick with desire
love's ascendancy
in summer -
In summer the song
sings itself
above the muffled words -
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