December 21st, 2020-when we drove to the cemetery to watch Jupiter and Saturn align. Daguerreotype December Frozen hazy veils Mornings drenched in silver Spreading deadening prevails Fragile light, a reminder Announcing the season of rest Trudging slowly into winter Wearing darkness as my crest Black and white and gray and brown No longer hidden in color Brittle landscapes are stripped down Braving death by cooler weather Holograms of warmth bid me to retire Mesmerizing dances Shifting shapes in the fire Winter’s bleakness, a blanket Comforting and cold Provides respite for the weary And reflections to behold
True words aren't eloquent; eloquent words aren't true. Wise men don't need to prove their point; men who need to prove their point aren't wise. - The Tao Te Ching