Seasons or Is That What Love Is?


Today I find myself wondering
Do we change with the seasons?
When we don all those extra layers
do we wrap layers around our hearts?

Today I rushed outside at the sight of the sun
Forgetting my coat, my gloves, my scarf.
For a moment I paused, almost turned
But instead found myself shivering
Watching a squirrel scamper down a tree
While a tiny bird chattered it’s good morning to me
And I couldn’t bear to miss any of it.

Is that what love is?
Being willing to shiver a bit…
All for the sake of not missing any of it?


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.

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.

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.

Saturday 20 November 2010: Green Hanging On

A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think, I too, have known autumn too long. ~
e.e. cummings

Perhaps I am a bear, or some hibernating animal underneath, for the instinct to be half asleep all winter is so strong in me.~
Anne Morrow Lindbergh

This is the chestnut tree.
A sentinel keeping watch
over the green.

Every year it hangs on
to a summer long forgotten
Soon it will be a skeleton
The green of its leaves
a mere memory

Today, a blizzard in Scotland,
they say
Down south we have no snow
Just the frozen certainty
of more cold to come.