verge (vʉrj)
the edge, brink, or margin (of something): also used figuratively the verge of the forest, on the verge of hysteria

to tend or incline (to or toward)
to be in the process of change or transition into something else; pass gradually (into) dawn verging into daylight

Friday, January 28, 2011

Bare Bones

I love these bare bones that emerge from the white canvas of snow. All the noise gets stripped away, allowing the heart of the matter to take center stage.  I'm struck by the harmony between lines and swirls, and snow.  A tree branch melodically curls outward and upward while a white pine stands stoically still. I pass through communities of young trees, rising close but not too close, reaching towards each other or bending away, each one lending order to their chaos.  Light whimsically fills the spaces in between, punctuating design and shape, truth and mass.  Shadows bounce along the top of the ground. Today I found a starburst in the snow, beaming as if it filled the entire sky.  Its echo traveled the contour of my bones, dancing in the spaces, illuminating shadows, touching the heart of the matter.

1 comment:

  1. I was just living with these same kinds of thoughts walking around today. The trees so open and the skeletons of bushes and the oak leaves clacking on the snow...