In-Between Time

December 8, 2010

Frost patterns on my car window

Frosty leaves and grass

It Was Beginning Winter
by Theodore Roethke

It was beginning winter,
An in-between time,
The landscape still partly brown:
The bones of weeds kept swinging in the wind,
Above the blue snow.

It was beginning winter,
The light moved slowly over the frozen field,
Over the dry seed-crowns,
The beautiful surviving bones
Swinging in the wind.

Light traveled over the wide field;
The weeds stopped swinging.
The mind moved, not alone,
Through the clear air, in the silence.

Was it light?
Was it light within?
Was it light within light?
Stillness becoming alive,
Yet still?

A lively understandable spirit
Once entertained you.
It will come again.
Be still.


3 Responses to “In-Between Time”

  1. commonweeder Says:

    What a wonderful poem. And photos. No pretty frost here, just bitter wind. I am escaping to the kitchen. I am also having a Giveaway, a fabulous cookbook. I hope you’ll visit and help me celebrate my blogoversary.

  2. simply beautiful. those photos take my breath away.

  3. Sandy Bessingpas Says:

    We have frosty trees here today-if the sun comes out I’ll have to get out my camera. I remember making pictures on the frosty windows of our old farmhouse when we were kids. Sandy

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