lördag 1 december 2012


 The lakes of ice gleam bluer than the lakes
Of water 'neath the summer sunshine gleamed:
Far fairer than when placidly it streamed,
The brook its frozen architecture makes,
And under bridges white its swift way takes.
Snow comes and goes as messenger who dreamed
Might linger on the road; or one who deemed
His message hostile gently for their sakes
Who listened might reveal it by degrees.
We gird against the cold of winter wind
Our loins now with mighty bands of sleep,
In longest, darkest nights take rest and ease,
And every shortening day, as shadows creep
O'er the brief noontide, fresh surprises find.
                                                             Helen Jackson Hunt

6 kommentarer:

  1. Dear Margaretha, I wish you a good December. Keep warm. Take good care of yourself. Spring is always ahead! Peace to you and many all your burdens be light..... -Kristi/Thickethouse

  2. I hope you had a Good Christmas and Wish you and your family a Lovely New Year!

  3. I am a little worried that you have no calendar up for January, and hope you are well. But you've had a whole year of months, I think.

  4. Kristi and Val,
    Thank you for visiting, and leaving sweet comments, in spite of the fact that it takes me for ever to answer.
    Life is still pretty much up-hill, but I hope to have the energy to post every now and then.
    Take care, both of you, I'll visit you soon.

  5. "Thaw" by Edward Thomas
    "Over the land freckled with snow half-thawed
    The speculating rooks at their nests cawed
    And saw from elm-tops, delicate as flowers of grass,
    What we below could not see, Winter pass."

    I like your blog and have missed your January and February. So I hope that the Winter will pass for you and Spring will warm your heart.

    1. Viv,
      It's nice to see you here!
      Thank you for your kind words!