My mother and business partner/friend Ken do not like winter at all—the dark, the cold, the short days. I found two poems by William Bronk about the positives of winter in the hopes that it might change their minds….a little.
The First is “Winter Light” which reminds us that we can’t appreciate the light without the dark, which is a good metaphor for life as well:
We see light but we live in the cold and the dark -----winters anyway. We are aware that that isn't all there is. We wouldn't have it otherwise. How should we not know and be alive, not be deprived? I saw this afternoon the whiteness under the dark clouds and rejoiced that we know the light as much and even more from gone than when it is there. And from the same collection, Manifest and Furthermore a poem entitle "Winter Vocative": Broken sky-mirror, blue-shadowed snow, June is far now, hold while you can; show bare of branch stark of stalk: ache us to know. That last line...."ache us to know." Bronk captures what I love about winter, the interesting sky, the beautiful snow.
Do you send poems or books or quotes to people in your life too?