This vast storm of words and defenses.
Silence is needed. The time and space within it may regenerate the mind
as I see the earth renewing itself with the promise of spring.
A winter and a sleep may come again, but so will spring and the sense
of life. The winter storms seem to have been here, and the cleansing
rain. The glaciers have melted and I can see into the cave under the
To be able to say to each moment in life, as Keats said to Autumn, "thou hast thy beauty too"…