A STILLNESS EXPANDED
by Karin Boye
A stillness expanded, soft as sunny winter forests.
How did my will grow sure and my way obedient to me?
I carried in my hand an etched bowl of ringing glass.
Then my foot became so cautious and will not stumble.
Then my hand became so careful and will not tremble.
Then I was flooded over and carried by the strength from fragile
The pleasures of winter are abundant. One of them being the 'italic flavour' of those frosty days, as Emily Dickinson described them. Also, the stillness expands....
I become fragile in winter, more fragile. Which is possibly a strength when writing poetry.
Today there is snowing. A couple of inches fell overnight, and many more predicted to fall throughout the day today. I suppose it's easy for me to speak of the pleasures of winter because I have a 'work-at-home' day. I might venture out to the grocery store later, but that's all. I'm going to fall backward into every bit of stillness and quiet I can today.