Tag: Snowdrops
February
tiptoes across a winter landscape,
dressed in white array,
luring us away from cold depression
of dark, dank January,
with dazzling brightness;
promising the hope of
Spring beyond.
Ah! What trembling beauty
lays a carpet of expectant joy!
[Mr G. Candemass]
Autumn leaves falling as nature’s confetti, photographed by Gill Henwood.
As the year turns with the adjusting of our time clocks, Gill reflects.
Confetti, as the clocks go back
Scarlet startled me on the step,
Stopped me in my hurried tracks
to shelter from the rain storm.
Summer green hid below the exposed
upper canopy of spreading layers
still warm, still calm, still lush.
Flames ripped along leaves clinging
to the fine slender branches,
Autumn fires engulfed the dancers
spangling gold, orange, vermilion
Overwhelming viridian vigour.
Ruby shining leaves fell in their final
whirl to carpet the cold slate steps.
Clear water washing them away
sprinkled with rose petals
A christening of confetti
For their grave. Yet…
Resurrection will come
with the snowdrops.
[Gill Henwood]
Snowdrops unfurling perhaps? This photo was taken by my friend Gill Henwood in her garden in the Lake District.
As we herald the unwrapping of Nature as Spring approaches, we have been delighted by, first, the cyclamen and then the snowdrops and winter Iris. Now it is the turn of Daffodil and crocus. So we say Thank You to the bell of Mary as she peals out winter or, should that be, as she ‘nods’ us towards Spring. Gill says the nodding snowdrops remind her of the Hymn, The Lord of the Dance.
Dance then, wherever you may be for I am the Lord of the dance said he.
It has been a joy to see, during the difficult and dark lockdown, the great signs of hope and colour and joy that are being painted by Nature. God is reminding us that we have so much to look forward to and so much to be grateful for, no matter what has been plaguing our lives. We should hold on to Captain Tom Moore’s favourite saying – repeated here in Nature –
Tomorrow will be a Good Day.
Below is a collage of spring from Gill’s garden though she is not responsible for the arranging. It may not, therefore be perfect but it is heartfelt. To borrow a phrase from Gill – this is a picture of sheer exuberance and delight.
First, here is a lovely Prayer to Spring by Robert Frost
Please notice the first Cumbrian bee of Spring! tomorrow will be a good day, full of honey!
[Mr G]
Mr G's Ponderings 