The balance is weighted to April Today. These are Ecliptic Winds From the Tilt of the Earth. I can feel them here, And watch them on my Scales of Late Winter, And on the Needle of my Gnomon, riding the Solar Storm. BF EPHEMERIS

Of course! The path to heaven Doesn’t lie down in flat miles. It’s in the imagination With which you perceive the world, And the gestures with which you honor it. Mary Oliver EPHEMERIS FOR THE THIRD WEEK OF DEEP WINTER

O, new Dawn, Shining with enduring Light, Sun of Equilibrium: Come and brighten Us who wait in Darkness, In the Shadow of Mortality. “O” Antiphon for Winter Solstice

When earth is newly clad in snow And wonder’s dusted off the mantel of the commonplace And left it round and soft, When earth and sky both share a glow When all is light aloft, alow, My heart just wants to romp and laugh When all the worlds become one path. No need to probe with crook or staff

If we are to live in the present, being truly alive, then everything recedes except these simple things that we observe, these particular movements that we make: the color of a leaf, the walk in the garden. R. J. Orwell, O.S.B. EPHEMERIS

  Foliage fallen, Just one robin is enough: Self-sufficiency. Bill Felker

Counting absences Days without red-winged blackbirds Autumn samadhi Bill Felker