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Friday, January 10, 2014

Flowers In Winter


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How strange to greet, this frosty morn,
In graceful counterfeit of flower,
These children of the meadows, born
Of sunshine and of showers!
 
How well the conscious wood retains
The pictures of its flower-sown home,
The lights and shades, the purple stains,
And golden hues of bloom!
 
It was a happy thought to bring
To the dark season's frost and rime
This painted memory of spring,
This dream of summertime.

Flowers In Winter ~ John Greenleaf Whittier (1807 - 1892)

5 comments:

DJan said...

Lovely poem and picture, as usual. Thank you. :-)

Nellie said...

Rain overnight and clouds today, with a high temperature 50 degrees warmer than on Monday morning! There may be some flowers begin to stir around here.

Such an appropriate poem and picture.

Patsy said...

I like the poem!

Country Gal said...

Lovely poem and coloured glass . My mother in law does coloured glass as a hobbie . We have three lovely lamp shades she made for us ! A melt down for us as temps rise and rain falls ! Gone be a sloppy mess by the time all is said and done out there . Thanks for sharing . Have a good weekend !

That Ridiculous Girl said...

My friend Matt just posted this poem on his FB. It reminded me of yours, so I copied and pasted it. Cheers! :)

Why I Wake Early

by Mary Oliver

Hello, sun in my face.
Hello, you who make the morning
and spread it over the fields
and into the faces of the tulips
and the nodding morning glories,
and into the windows of, even, the
miserable and crotchety—

best preacher that ever was,
dear star, that just happens
to be where you are in the universe
to keep us from ever-darkness,
to ease us with warm touching,
to hold us in the great hands of light—
good morning, good morning, good morning.

Watch, now, how I start the day
in happiness, in kindness.