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Satori in winter

Snow on the sundial, the fountain
an icy sculpture. This only trace
of human feet recalls the summer:
you walked this way, away
from me in June. Today my boots
carved the lonely track into the snow.

A few birds' dancing steps,
very tender, very small, like
children playing around a grown-up's
graver path, decorate the snow besides
my heavy footprints. Those marks
now make me forget to regret.

I like thissss.

Sandra wrote: I like thissss.

I like your liking thissss, and I wrote these lines...

This poem conveys to me a concise chain of images that come to reveal the distinct changes in outlook as emotions change from regret to acceptance (indeed enlightenment?). Somehow this poem brings back a time in my life when I used to work winter seasons in the ski resorts of Australia and new Zealand. At that time in my life Dan Fogelberg released an album of songs titled Nether Lands which seemed to be speaking directly to me. How did he know all about my inner life? Any one interested in the correlations between lonliness, lost loves and winter may well find this an interesting recording to listen to.

Cheers, Witty.