“Via Negativa”, a Winter poem

Winter Scene, 3

We were robbed this Winter. A short season, and we will pay for it.  Not enough cold weather to set the peach trees, and a bountiful harvest of insect pests to be expected. I depend upon Winter to recharge my batteries, but we have floated into an early summer with temps tomorrow in the mid 80’s.  Yikes!

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Via Negativa

 

Winter is the perfect channel

To carry Via Negativa,

No static

Just Silence, Stillness

And the Dark.

 

On this path,

We sit in contemplation,

No answers,

No struggle,

Empty as an eggshell.

 

The time  colored by little outside;

A flash of kamikaze cardinal

Like a stream of blood

racing past our eyes,

The sound of a falling limb

Eyes searching the skies,

The moaning of  wind

bustling around limbs,

And the rattle of skeleton- bones

Of attic haunts.

 

And  Death,

As Winter brings

To those succumbed  to frigid winds,

strayed from shelter.

 

We spiral into  Darkness,

Where we barely draw breath,

Conserve our energy,

And stare outside at

A blank palette.

 

Stilling ourselves,

We draw close to low fires,

Scratch our dried skin

Like monks in  hair shirts,

And with time and patience–

spiral back to the light of

a tender Spring.

 

 

Jane Kohut-Bartels

Copyrighted, 2014…..Via Negativa was published in “Pitcher of Moon”, published by Amazon.com (Createspace), 2014

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