Though it’s not technically winter, it sure feels as if the season is hard upon us. We’ve had frigid temperatures for quite some time now and this morning we had snow and sleet for our morning commute. With cold, cloudy days and long dark nights, it’s easy to want to curl up by the fire and stay there. However, I’m still not ready to surrender to winter and am hoping for some days of sun and his warmth.
I found a poem that eloquently captures the tension between season transitions and the delicate grace of autumn melting into winter.
“Yet one smile more, departing, distant sun!
One mellow smile through the soft vapory air,
Ere, o’er the frozen earth, the loud winds run,
Or snows are sifted o’er the meadows bare.
One smile on the brown hills and naked trees,
And the dark rocks whose summer wreaths are cast,
And the blue gentian-flower, that, in the breeze,
Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last.
Yet a few sunny days, in which the bee
Shall murmur by the hedge that skirts the way,
The cricket chirp upon the russet lea,
And man delight to linger in thy ray.
Yet one rich smile, and we will try to bear
The piercing winter frost, and winds, and darkened air.”
– William Cullen Bryant
The pictures were taken in Spring Mill when we had one of our first frosts. I loved the fine lace that frost lays over the leaves. It’s a reminder that even though we are saying goodbye to the beauty of autumn, there is beauty just ahead if we keep our eyes open to see.
Blessings to you,