Rapport

Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of the earth. - Thoreau

In the not so dead of winter.

With a woolen, February sun pulled down snugly over my head.

Saline air fills my hybernating lungs.

Carried by a bashful breeze out on parole.

Today's mercury offers a little bit more.

I welcome it all, down by the shore.

The tide reciprocates.

 Giving me a quick glimpse through Heaven's succint ...

 ... open door ...

Author's Note

"Summer is gone with all its infinite wealth, and still nature is genial to man. Though he no longer bathes in the stream, or reclines on the bank, or plucks berries on the hills, still he beholds the same inaccessible beauty around him." ― Thoreau.

Reviews

[R.E. Ray]

Pete, though I dislike winter, I find truth and a peace in this poem. It's true the season can bring harsh days but it also offers beauty like no other season. The cold breeze on our skin (especially near the ocean) and the brilliant sunrises and sunsets remind us nature is its own artist. Another remarkable poem with an ideal photo.

[Pete]

as i get older i'm not so enamored with the harshness of it either. is not as fun and enjoyable as when i was a wide-eyed youth (sledding, ice skating, even shoveling.) recently though, my eyes have been reopened to the beauty and serenity that it offers. a matter of perspective i guess. we need to be shaken up occasionally and have our eyes opened no matter (as even thoreau reminded in his writings ... :)

[R.E. Ray]

I agree, Pete. I used to run outside in the worst weather just to battle against it. Now, I much prefer to experience it from the window near my recliner. :)

[Pete]

Lol ... :)