Up early the day after Thanksgiving, camera in hand to catch the frost and mist (and Roy’s new gate), I thought of this poem I wrote a few winters back. Figured I’d share it with you today for a sense of calm on a Monday morning.
Winter Relief
What use is the world
without
the quiet breath of winter,
that bare-branch season
of a thousand greys
and a smattering
of blood-red berries?
—Susie Middleton
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What lovely thoughts about winter, and so very true. How very dull it would be without a change in seasons.
A beautiful poem for winter, I’m going to post it in my kitchen. I like winter! It’s a time when the garden has gone to sleep and I have more time to create indoors.
Lovely poem Susie! It took a winter in the Bahamas to make us realize we really like having all four seasons. Thanks for sharing!
Susie -What a lovely poem. My new email is:evans_pauletta@ yahoo.com