Sitting At The Tipping Point Between Seasons
Michael Kroth • February 24, 2020
Haiku For The Change Of Seasons
My feet are covered
Warm socks and blanket soft
Outside the storm’s rage
This time of year, sitting at the tipping point between seasons, I waver between melancholy and expectation. It’s a time of change, of emerging, and of energy. I feel that hope within. But I will miss the long night, the warm blanket engulfing me, me with my old shabby sweatshirt and plaid pajama pants reading, me with a solitary lamp lit over my shoulder, and two pups watching me atop their own heated blanket stretched over a well-worn couch. Me, with coffee in hand, watching snow fall outside my window.
Most of all, she is crazy about her brood. She smiles more when she’s with them. Laughs more. Enjoys more. Relaxes more. Has more fun. She just loves her family.
“…there must be millions of aging males, now slipping into their anecdotage…” ~E.B. White 1
Author's Note: I originally posted this in the Profound Bartender on April 8, 2018, and then reposted it here at Profound Living on April 25, 2018. I thought it might be a good time to repost it again.
Author's Note: This is a repost of an essay I published in 2018. I thought it was a timely topic to revisit.
“In Celtic wisdom we remember that our soul, the very heart of our being, is sacred. What is deepest in us is of God. ” ~John Philip Newell 1
We may be lights under bushels, but we can shine brightly against the dark even if we are mere candles. Together, the light may shine bright.
Silence speaks to us Listening in deep quiet… Hear what you long for! ~Patricia Leyko Connelly 1
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