A Saturday at the end of November

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.

November 24, 2018

33 responses to “A Saturday at the end of November

  1. “accomplishing nothing…
    except to see
    a blanched glimpse
    of winter sun
    holding hoarfrost
    to its shallow chest”

    That is a beautiful image.

  2. 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’.

  3. 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.

  4. 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.

  5. Found haiku:
    “winter sun
    holding hoarfrost
    to its shallow chest”

    Happy Sunday Björn

    Much🖤love

  6. 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

  7. 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…’

  8. I sounds like you accomplished all that needed to be achieved on that day. I like the calm unhurried pace of this.

  9. 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.

  10. Intriguing as I could take this as sad or content… the words are beautiful – capture the moment.

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