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; Stayed. 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. Wait.
“Was it light?
Was it light within?
Was it light within light?”
This series of questions was profoundly moving. I love the idea of the pause and time slowing down enough to ask questions, to be with the light.
I feel since I've been going to gym for first time in 40s ever things have awakened...like winter pause A "lively understandable spirit
Once entertained you.
It will come again.
Be still.
Wait."