Red Barn on a Snowy Day, photo by Lyn Scott
Suppose we did our work
like the snow, quietly, quietly,
leaving nothing out.
From Leavings: Poems
A Thought for a New Year (Wendell Berry)
31 Dec by
Suppose we did our work
like the snow, quietly, quietly,
leaving nothing out.
Kind of like a grain of wheat, falling to the ground.
The poem reminds me of the Carthusian’s in France, quietly tucked away doing their work.
Today’s snow first was small bouncy pellets that stuck especially to the sidewalk and drive. Now they are bigger dry flakes blowing sideways in th howling wind, forming drifts.
There are as many different kinds of snows as there are ways to work. Some more romantic than others!
Ms. Scott’s photo is lovely. Nice choice.
Tom
Wow, what a beautiful post.