Dressed in icicles, winter
in my beard
a sickle-moon above
and spruces dressed in snow
tells me maybe, death
will wait another year.
Zen poetry with Grace at dVerse. I have always held the belief that the best time to die is right before the winter solstice.
Deceber 15, 2022
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Death will wait for many more years. You look like Santa, Bjorn with all the snow. Warm greetings from cold Canada as well.
Trying out for Father Christmas?! “Winter in your beard” — very zen.
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Hard to see where the winter in your beard ends and your scarf begins. Happy Holidays, My Friend.
It looks cold there, Bjorn! Brrr….It’s cold here as well and more snow moving in this evening. Enjoy all the precious moments of life, my friend!
Love your poem, your photo, and your thoughts on death! Well done, Bjorn.
A postponement of another year of goodness appropriately asked of divine privilege will necessarily work wonders.
Hank
Ahh, very good Bjorn, lovely poem complete with the requisite zen-ness. JIM
It’ll never be as cold here as it’s in your picture. You look cool!
Let’s drink to a long life ahead. Cheers 🍻
Happy Holidays my friend. Stay Warm
Much💌love
“winter in my beard” !!!!!!! 🙂 Here’s to warmth and good health and a good life! Happy holidays, my friend.
This is so poignant. I especially love; “spruces dressed in snow.” Death will be waiting for many more years to come, Bjorn! Wishing you happy holidays! ❤❤
Lovely to see and read you, Bjorn!
Great poem and fabulous photo Björn! 👍🏼🙂 Death is always waiting. I have been intimately in its presence 3 times in the past 5 years — stepping back from across its threshold 1 of those times. ✌🏼🕊
Wow great poem and photo – you definitely look chilly, but certainly not up to your use by date 🙂
Let’s hope so 🙂
Pink cheeks predict a long life! Enjoyed reading this but went to turn my heater up! 😆 Happy Holidays! 🎄
What a selfie!! I’ve always wondered how guys stand ice and snow in their whiskers! All that hair, geez, I guess we women can’t imagine. Okay, enough on the beard. I love your words.
You could plop yourself down in Bend Oregon … fit right in with the skiers, hikers, skaters! Happy Holidays, Bjorn.
Nice and concise, Bru. I wait until spring to make your boast. Of course I’m a bit older than you. My sister says, “I never believed that we would live so long!!” (She is five years younger than me.)
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Love, “winter in my beard”! Live happy and healthy, Bjorn!
Powerful words…despite the interesting afterword!
Great picture, lovely words!
Happy new year to you! What a great picture!