Thoughts on Hope – 3
In the dark of the moon, in flying snow, in the dead of winter,
war spreading, families dying, the world in danger,
I walk the rocky hillside, throwing clover.– Wendell Barry “February 2, 1968” from The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry
I believe the title of Berry’s poem refers to the Tet Offensive . . . a dark time in history. In times of violence and war it may feel impossible to muster any hope, but it, like the clover, is needed then – like now – more than ever.
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Very beautiful photo – love the colours and the cropping. In such times as the image the poem conjures – hope is often all we have of certainty – our only real posession!
Thanks! And a very tentative possession at that! 😉