Imbolc
the world crisped new
not a banknote
a white page
and in the frost
blackbirds writing a new story
in bird runes.
Imbolc
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Imbolc
the world crisped new
not a banknote
a white page
and in the frost
blackbirds writing a new story
in bird runes.
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A lovely winter wonderland, Jane.
Joanna
Thank you xx
I love mornings like these, pristine and pure…
It’s lovely after so many weeks of thick fog!
💕
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Thank you 🙂
I thought of this …It was evening all afternoon.
It was snowing
And it was going to snow.
The blackbird sat
In the cedar-limbs.
WALLACE STEVENS
I like Stevens’ images, and he loved blackbirds too. Yes, that’s the light, though no snow here, just freezing fog. Until this morning 🙂
I’m rereading Stevens, so I see him in everything 😊
I enjoy him up to a point. The visuals are striking, but there’s not much emotion in his poetry. Not that I hear, anyway.
I pick up alot of sadness ..typical male quiet despair ..I marvel at his technical ability..and knowledge ..but I get “lack of feeling” and sometimes …”why cant you just say directly what is bothering you?” but then that’s his style …thank you, keep going
Yes, you’re right, there’s that. It’s a cultural difference too. The American and European experiences, divided by a common language etc
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Beautiful, Jane! If you have the blackbirds, i am sure they fled from here. Here is no bird to see. ;-/ Have a nice week! xx Michael
Thank you, Michael 🙂 Same to you!
The blackbirds come up to the house for the bird seed only when it’s frosty. They’re timid otherwise
Thanks as well, Jane! Here, the last blackbird had visited us in 2019, to steal some cherries from the tree. Lol xx Michael
When we lived in the north of France our neighbour who was German had a single tree, a huge cherry tree that took all the light. It produced masses of fruit but every year it attracted flocks of blackbirds that ate everything. She hated them!
This is beautiful, Jane. I’m glad you have a break from the fog!
Thank you 🙂
The cold air seems to have moved off, taking the fog with it, I hope!
Bird runes…I like that. (K)
I’m sure I’ve used that image before, but their prints look so much like rune letters.
They do.
I love this time of year – still winter, but at least it’s not so dark and there are signs of new life. Imbolc feels much more like New Year to me than January 1.
Imbolc is half-way between a solstice and an equinox and it’s when signs of spring appear in our part of the world. I don’t know why January 1 should have been chosen as the start of the year. Even in Rome it can’t be spring-like on Jan 1.
Rome got a lot of things wrong!
It did all go rather pear-shaped, didn’t it?