He said, “I want only five things, five chosen roots.
One is an endless love.
Two is to see the autumn. I cannot exist without leaves flying and falling to the earth.
The third is the solemn winter, the rain I loved, the caress of fire in the rough cold.
Fourth, the summer, plump as a watermelon.
And fifthly, your eyes.
– Pablo Neruda –
Ahhhh…Neruda and what his words evoke.
As winter, solemn and bitterly cold, descends here on the northern prairies, I think of the gifts of living within the cycle of seasons. A radical simplicity in the noticing, naming and appreciating.
The now foreshortened sun appears still in the Solstice sky, an offering I accept to sink into rest and reflection.
Wishing you, dear friends, simple gifts of the season, kindest regards, and an endless love.
3 thoughts on “Only Five Things”
Simply beautiful! Thank you, Katharine, for this past year of sharings. I “met” you through a retreat with Abbey of the Arts. I resonate dearly with your poem choices and reflections. Please know they are gratefully received, absorbed, appreciated…if only rarely commented on. Blessings of rest and renewal to you this holy season.
Thank you, Dianne. Blessings returned to you. With kindest regards, Katharine
Wonderful poem by Neruda! Thank you for sharing.