A Gathering of Moments
The simplicity of winter has a deep moral.
The return of Nature, after such a career of
splendor and prodigality,
to habits so simple and austere,
is not lost either upon the head or the heart.
It is the philosopher
coming back from
the banquet and the wine
to a cup of water and
a crust of bread.
John Burroughs
“The Snow-Walkers,”
1866
“Now, God be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness, comfort in despair.”
William Shakespeare
“Snow was falling, so much like stars
filling the dark trees that one could
easily imagine its reason for being
was nothing more than prettiness.
Mary Oliver
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He sends the snow like white wool; he scatters frost upon the ground like ashes.
Psalm 147:16 NLT
The remains of old autumn keep me mindful of mortality giving way to immortality.
