On A Clear Night

 

Resenting endless winter nights,

I was longing for spring.

     Yang Wang-Li, "A Night Without Sleep"

 

 

  

Yet how only in winter and only

In these brief moments of dusk

Does the sky settle so low that

It barely reaches to the tops of

The nearest pines, and how too

The sleet and snow that just now

End their falling and settling on

The highest small boughs become

Needle points of light - the first

Glittering stars - and below each

Tree and every thing darkening

And yet deepening into distance,

Slowly or sometimes suddenly,

This endless expanse of light. 





Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2014-02-06 at 15:03

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2014-02-09


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
My friend, you have managed to awe me with peace and wonder once more... I love your work, it has formed the basis for so many moments of quiet warming meditation.

Peace

Joe
2014-02-08


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Nicely put, Fog. The back of my house looks out to the west, and I know exactly what you mean. I've stopped to enjoy it many times.
2014-02-07


StillHoppin The PoetBay support member heart!
I don't know how you do it, but you make winter sound appealing here. Having lived in a polar vortex for the last month, I have trouble thinking of winter in any kind of pleasant way. Yet here, you remind me of how lovely it can be.
2014-02-06


Rob Graber
And yet, and yet: a wonderful paradoxical counterpoise here!
2014-02-06



Though I prefer warm environments (I recently moved to Florida), there's just something about a clear winter night that gets one to thinking--and writing. Beautiful poem.
2014-02-06