Sunday Stroll - Deep Winter

In deepest winter,

let us walk slowly

into the woods.

Down past the sleeping cedars,

to the quiet 

of the snow-covered marsh.

Let us explore the places

that we cannot get to 

in the bright tangle of summer,

nor in the whole-hearted saturation of spring.

Let us be

still and reminiscent

like the effigies of growth

that hold space

in these numinous glades.

Let us be free

to take the arctic air

deep into our lungs,

while we lie in banks of snow

like children making angels,

beneath a roof of cedar branches

and the pale familiar winter sky.

Wherever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you the peace of deep winter.

Please take a moment to see the beautiful buffalo that Steve found, 

Out on the Prairie, during his Sunday Stroll.