Solid in our grasp,
the box of things that matter.
Until all changes.
Hills and drifts of snow
bring us firmly to stillness.
If only briefly.
What contains us now?
Who and what do we contain?
Lines blur in the white.
(Thank you to the women of One Deep Breath
for their continuing inspiration.)
the box of things that matter.
Until all changes.
Hills and drifts of snow
bring us firmly to stillness.
If only briefly.
What contains us now?
Who and what do we contain?
Lines blur in the white.
(Thank you to the women of One Deep Breath
for their continuing inspiration.)
That first one is especially true, and very moving. Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteGorgeous photo and haiku. I like the questions you ask in your third haiku - very thought provoking.
ReplyDeleteI really like these! Becca hit it on the nose for me....
ReplyDeletereally lovely series, and yes, a beautiful photo. i like the first haiku most, but they're all good.
ReplyDeletesmile
Lovely thoughts and photo. Number 1 haiku is particularly true.
ReplyDeleteThis is simply magnificent, and every stanza sings - I love it all and particularly the third part. Interesting that we are thinking in terms of hands and winter imagery.
ReplyDeleteI read these three stanzas as one poem - very lovely.
ReplyDeleteI love
ReplyDeletethe box of things that matter
--a wonderful way of thinking.