finding spring in the cold night

The stormy March is come at last, With wind, and cloud, and changing skies;

I hear the rushing of the blast, That through the snowy valley flies. Ah, passing few are they who speak,

Wild stormy month! in praise of thee; Yet, though thy winds are loud and bleak, Thou art a welcome month to me.

For thou, to northern lands again, The glad and glorious sun dost bring, And thou hast joined the gentle train

And wear’st the gentle name of Spring. And, in thy reign of blast and storm, Smiles many a long, bright, sunny day,

When the changed winds are soft and warm, And heaven puts on the blue of May. Then sing aloud the gushing rills

And the full springs, from frost set free, That, brightly leaping down the hills, Are just set out to meet the sea.

The year’s departing beauty hides Of wintry storms the sullen threat; But, in thy sternest frown abides

A look of kindly promise yet. Thou bring’st the hope of those calm skies, And that soft time of sunny showers,

When the wide bloom, on earth that lies, Seems of a brighter world than ours.

~William Cullen Bryant

how will it be when it’s warm and bright?

inquiry for today~ may you sweeten your day with dreams….

forget me not

Solitude is not something you must hope for in the future.

It is a deepening of the present, and unless you look for it in the present-

you will never find it.

~Thomas Merton

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