Monday, December 07, 2009

Grey is the price of neighboring with the eagles

I woke to text message reminding me to get up and go hiking. The rain and heavy grey clouds had a different kind of morning in mind.

15 years in southern California and I LOVE rainy days. They remind me of my childhood in Oregon, and a poem by Denise Levertov:


I was welcomed here — clear gold
of late summer, of opening autumn,
the dawn eagle sunning himself on the highest tree,
the mountain revealing herself unclouded, her snow
tinted apricot as she looked west,
tolerant, in her steadfastness, of the restless sun
forever rising and setting.
                                   Now I am given
a taste of the grey foretold by all and sundry,
a grey both heavy and chill. I've boasted I would not care,
I'm London-born. And I won't. I'll dig in,
into my days, having come here to live, not to visit.
Grey is the price
of neighboring with eagles, of knowing
a mountain's vast presence, seen or unseen.

(Top photo: The way I see it, v1nz, Flickr)


Anonymous said...

Yes, I agree that there is something cool about overcast and rainy days. I can't put my finger on why that is, but it is cool. I guess anything that is a change of pace or different is a good thing every now and then.

Rebecca Snavely said...

You're right. And I think it adds a sense of quiet - I usually want to slow down, read a book, write, reflect. Sunshine is good for activity and, of course, survival, but a little gloom is good for one's soul.