Why is winter so hard on the creative mind?
And everything in time and under heaven
Finally falls asleep
Wrapped in blankets white, all creation
And still I notice you
When branches crack
And in my breath on frosted glass
Even now in death, You open doors for life to enter
You are winter
Asleep beneath the frigid cover
Lies the fertile lover
Waiting for regeneration
Eager with anticipation
And wanting to extoll
The hidden beauties of the soul
Winter and autumn lovers apparently have a love/hate relationship going on here, don’t they?
jonathan just quoted nichole nordeman. he’s a keeper.
Just saw her in concert last Saturday. Best show I’ve been to in a long while.
I believe different souls have different opinions about when to sleep and when to blossom. I have a tendency to find creative beauty in winter, and strive to hibernate in the sweltering heat of summer. But, I must admit, my favorite season is Autumn.
she not only rocks at songwriting and singing, but she’s a kind friend as well.
Oooh, Amber, I forgot that you know Nichole.
My favorite season is Autumn…but then Winter.
Relax in winter, knowing that in order for trees to blossom and bear fruit, the resting stillness of dormancy is a necessary part of growth.
Wow, that’s pretty neat! She really seemed like a cool lady.