The winter woods hold the silence I crave. Though barren and bereft of green, lacking in birdsong, and harboring a dampness that can get into my bones, I have come to love the winter. It is my desert place. I can hear myself think in the winter. And sometimes I can hear the wisdom voice that whispers in us all. Wandering the silent woods, I discover a stark and singular beauty not present in the lushness of the other seasons. How blessed am I!
For Recuerda Mi Corazon – Haiku My Heart
wabi sabi ~~~ poems and images 