We walked north today
only to return
to home by bus;
accomplishing nothing…
except to see
a blanched glimpse
of winter sun
holding hoarfrost
to its shallow chest…
and that’s exactly how
we’ll sleep tonight.
Kim hosts at toads and wants us to write poetry about seizing the day. Today we went for a long walk in the woods… and that was the best we could do. I will also link to Poetry Pantry tomorrow.
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November 24, 2018
Björn Rudbergs writings 
“accomplishing nothing…
except to see
a blanched glimpse
of winter sun
holding hoarfrost
to its shallow chest”
That is a beautiful image.
I agree!
A long walk in the winter woods is a beautiful thing. Loved your photo, Bjorn.
I like the way your Saturday at the end of November started as a bit of a disappointment in that nothing was accomplished but ended in that wonderful
‘…blanched glimpse
of winter sun
holding hoarfrost
to its shallow chest’.
I enjoy days like that
Love the “blanched glimpse of winter sun” Bjorn! This is absolutely stunning! ❤️
This one, for me, seems to dance between despair and hope–winter is coming, but there is a glimpse of sun–for the woods… and for the sleepers.
Very effective imagery.
I love the ending of this. Very deep and satisfying.
This poem speaks to me in so many different ways. it is a perfect capture of meaningful experience.
Oh i love this.. such a great close!
Oh, the minimalism works so well — the thing about walking and taking the bus back and “accomplishing nothing” is of such consequence itself. Also, I really liked the image of the winter sun holding the frost to its shallow chest.
A real sadness to this.
Ooh, I think you have achieved that ‘transparent as glass’ thing I was talking about recently. Beautiful poem, well done.
Lovely. k.
Somehow I think that one glimpse was satisfying in a mysterious way.
sometimes nothingness is everything. this little poem says a lot.
I loved your walk and your bus ride home.
Found haiku:
“winter sun
holding hoarfrost
to its shallow chest”
Happy Sunday Björn
Much🖤love
I love that you shared your walk with us!
It looks cold where you live. We are thankful for the rain which has put out the fires. I love your work and fell I don’t tell you that often enough
Feels a bit like that here today. No carpe diem.
Lovely picture and lovely words. I’m sure you had a lovely sleep.
I adore your description of your day….and any day I can walk in nature especially the woods is a blessed one. Especially loved:
‘accomplishing nothing…
except to see
a blanched glimpse
of winter sun
holding hoarfrost
to its shallow chest…’
I sounds like you accomplished all that needed to be achieved on that day. I like the calm unhurried pace of this.
Love those long walks ~ sigh ~ even when they only afford ‘a blanched glimpse of winter sun’. Nature can be transcendent when it soars. And that is wonderful. Buy on those walks, when it doesn’t, walking ‘hard’ with someone at my side, I remember as some of the closest feelings that I have ever held for that person – my fellow rambler.
Oops! To quick on the post button … obviously it should read ‘But on those walks …’
Intriguing as I could take this as sad or content… the words are beautiful – capture the moment.
Stay warm. Bjorn. I would rather not walk out in the cold. This turned out good from your walk.
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oh winter is here. keep warm. long walks are fun! 🙂
This perfectly measures a small metaphor for cooling hearts.
There is an overriding sadness in the words especially the coldness between the couple even in bed.
Simple and well said. A loop on a route from morning to night.
So simple…yet profound, even though there’s disappointment in the voice