Another poem today, celebrating the beauty of winter. Approaching storms, the brightness of frost and fallen snow, and the juxtaposition of dark and light; wonderful imagery and celebration of the season, all contained in this special poem.
The Winter’s Spring
The winter comes; I walk alone,
I want no bird to sing;
To those who keep their hearts their own
The winter is the spring.
No flowers to please-no bees to hum-
The coming spring’s already come.
I never want the Christmas rose
To come before its time;
The seasons, each as God bestows,
Are simple and sublime.
I love to see the snowstorm hing;
‘Tis but the winter garb of spring.
I never want the grass to bloom:
The snowstorm’s best in white.
I love to see the tempest come
And love its piercing light.
The dazzled eyes that love to cling
O’er snow-white meadows sees the spring.
I love the snow, the crumpling snow
That hangs on everything,
It covers everything below
Like white dove’s brooding wing,
A landscape to the aching sight,
A vast expanse of dazzling light.
It is the foliage of the woods
That winters bring-the dress,
White Easter of the year in bud,
That makes the winter Spring.
The frost and snow his posies bring,
Nature’s white spurts of the spring.
A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens, arguably one of the most quintessential Christmas stories ever written. I love the old illustrations of the story, particularly this one of Jacob Marley’s ghost visiting Scrooge
“Scrooge remembered to have heard that ghosts in haunted houses were described as dragging chains…..then he heard the noise much louder, on the floors below ; then coming up the stairs; then coming straight towards his door.
“It’s humbug still!” said Scrooge. ” I won’t believe it.”
His colour changed though, when, without a pause, it came on through the heavy door, and passed into the room before his eyes. Upon its coming in, the dying flame leapt up, as thought it cried, ” I know him! Marley’s Ghost!” and fell again.
The same face: the very same. Marley in his pigtail, usual waistcoat, tights and boots…..the chain he drew was clasped about his middle. It was long, and wound about him like a tail; and it was made (for Scrooge observed it closely) of cash boxes, keys, padlocks, ledgers, deeds and heavy purses, wrought in steel.”
I love the atmosphere Dickens creates in this description of Marley’s ghost and his entrance; spooky,certainly, but one wants to know what will happen next!
Poetry today – I thought this poem was apt for the time of year and the changing of season from autumn to winter.
All the complicated details
of the attiring and
the disattiring are completed!
A liquid moon
moves gently among
the long branches.
Thus having prepared their buds
against a sure winter
the wise trees
stand sleeping in the cold.
William Carlos Williams
Today is the 1st of December and Christmas is in the air. Over the next 4 weeks, I thought I would do a series of Christmas posts; a sort of Advent calendar of posts with all kinds of Christmas and winter-related things; poems, songs, traditions, crafts and food! (I know for some people it isn’t winter where you are, but it is here in the UK!)
So, to kick us off, some crochet. I made some stars using lovely 100% lambs’ wool, and thought they would look good appliqued to cards.
Cream card brings out the rich colours
Red card for the cream and gold stars
And some elegant grey card to make this posh pink star sizzle!
They’re all shining brightly in my Etsy shop now!