morning venus by arenamontanus

The air was frigid this morning and frost coated everything.  The sky was clear air and venus was hanging in it.  Venus is not a thing that lingers in the morning, it is a fleeting visitor for the strange hours when badgers, foxes and owls have finished their night work.  The sun soon came to burn away the ice.  Then the night and stars came only hours later and it was all night again.  This is the winter and we are to live in darkness now.  More and more darkness will slip into us and we will need the festivities to lift our souls.  We will need the fires, the berry packed cakes, the laughter and the presence of friends and family.

If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it, blame yourself for you are not poet enough to call forth its riches.

Rainer Maria Rilke