Saturday 11 December 2010: Winter Skies

I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape – the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show. ~Andrew Wyeth

During the winter my attention was attracted to the changes in the stars and planets in the sky. ~Paul Nurse

Winter skies remind me
of places I’ve been
of moments in time now lost.

In a cold winter’s breath
magic slipped through my fingers.

Now when I look down
I see an old woman’s hands
with the same desires
of a young girl.

December can be cruel.

Thursday 2 December 2010: Snow in the Trees

And finally Winter, with its bitin’, whinin’ wind, and all the land will be mantled with snow.
Roy Bean

Snow provokes responses that reach right back to childhood.
Andy Goldsworthy


What with worries, personal sadness and dreadful illnesses, I have fallen woefully behind on my daily blips. This one was taken quite some time ago. The snow pictured here has melted …a long time ago. Now, according to the weather stations, more is on the way… Children will dream of more snowball fights. A White Christmas is a ‘foregone conclusion,’ they say. The gritters will be moving out…

…while I dream of summerland.

Wednesday 1 December 2010: …and today it snows

Even in winter an isolated patch of snow has a special quality.
Andy Goldsworthy

And so The Snow Queen also became a story about the need to seek equilibrium, in our own lives, with the natural world, even within the universe at large.
Joan D. Vinge

We have been watching from the warmth and protection of the Sussex Coast as the rest of the country struggles with the snow. It has taken on a life of its own and seems disinclined to move on anytime soon.

Today it is our turn. We awoke to a lovely white winter wonderland. Easy to think of it in terms of visual poetry as long as you have nowhere you need to be. The airports are closed while the roads are extremely hazardous. Or so I am told, as I have yet to go any further than my front door. This was taken from my front door.

In addition to waking to snow, we also woke to colds and sore throats so a lot of tea is being drunk.

The snow
reminds me of Christmas
Reminds me of racing across
cold wooden floors
flannel nightgown
flapping around my ankles
Warmth given barely a thought
While listening for the
sound of sleigh bells.

Today
I will drink hot tea
Think about presents
I have yet to buy
And cards I have yet to send
And wish Santa came for me.
~Me