Walking in a Winter Wonderland (Poetry & Photography)

❄ Reflections on Winter ~ My Muse ❄ 

IMG_2688Winter and I have endured a somewhat frosty relationship over the years (excuse the pun!). With mediterranean blood pumping through my veins, my fair weathered tendencies would leave me longing for Summer amidst the harsh winter chills and dark drawn out nights. Thankfully my distain has thawed, giving way to infinite appreciation for its awe-inspiring beauty and metaphoric wisdom.

IMG_2694Nowadays I love nothing more than to head out into nature, wrapped up warm with camera in hand to capture the magic of winter.

Trees, disrobed of their leafy finery, reveal an abstract sculptural quality, twisting and turning as if turned to stone mid-dance. Where once I saw death and desolation, I now see the picturesque anatomy of trees unveiled in all their glory.

And with the winter sun lower in the sky, light takes on an ethereal quality. Shadows exaggerated and stunning silhouettes spring to life. The twinkling of Jack Frost glimmering on morning fields, snowflakes glistening in their geometric perfection, and blankets of snow, reminiscent of Narnia.

What I love most is the stillness winter brings. A serene sense of silence and peace as nature sleeps. A time of rest, rejuvenation and to turn inwards for reflection and introspection, sewing seeds for new beginnings come spring. Pregnant with expectation, winter brings with it a steady anticipation of whats to come. A great metamorphosis unfurling under the cloak of winter.

To me nature is our greatest teacher, if we learn to attune to its natural rhythm and live our lives accordingly, as Thoreau put it beautifully:

Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influences of each. Thoreau

I share with you my observations on this precious season; Winter – my muse. So snuggle up, cuppa in hand, and enjoy some heart-warming poetry adorned with my photographs (unless credited otherwise).

”He who marvels at the beauty of the world in summer will find equal cause for wonder and admiration in winter…. In winter the stars seem to have rekindled their fires, the moon achieves a fuller triumph, and the heavens wear a look of a more exalted simplicity.” ~John Burroughs

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Of winter’s lifeless world each tree
Now seems a perfect part;
Yet each one holds summer’s secret
Deep down within its heart.
~ Charles G. Stater

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”It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. This crisp winter air is full of it.”
~ John Burroughs, “Winter Sunshine”


”Every gardener knows that under the cloak of winter lies a miracle. . .
a seed waiting to sprout, a bulb opening to the light, a bud straining
to unfurl.  And the anticipation nurtures our dream.”
~ Barbara Winkler

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©Thomas / Flickr

“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.” 
~ Lewis Carroll 

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“Have you ever noticed a tree standing naked against the sky,
How beautiful it is?
All its branches are outlined, and in its nakedness
There is a poem, there is a song.
Every leaf is gone and it is waiting for the spring.
When the spring comes, it again fills the tree with
The music of many leaves,
Which in due season fall and are blown away.
And this is the way of life.”
~ Jiddu Krishnamurti 


If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant; if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome. Anne Bradstreet 

Winter Sun by © Nietnagel / Flickr

Winter Sun by © Nietnagel / Flickr

 “In the depths of winter I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.”
~ Albert Camus 

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Up and away for life! be fleet!-
The frost-king ties my fumbling feet,
Sings in my ears, my hands are stones,
Curdles the blood to the marble bones,
Tugs at the heart-strings, numbs the sense,
And hems in life with narrowing fence.
Well, in this broad bed lie and sleep,-
The punctual stars will vigil keep,-
Embalmed by purifying cold;
The winds shall sing their dead-march old,
The snow is no ignoble shroud,
The moon thy mourner, and the cloud.
Ralph Waldo Emerson

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In a way Winter is the real Spring – the time when the inner things happen, the resurgence of nature. ~ Edna O’Brien

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And a further selection of my snap-happy encounters with winter, amidst some (obligatory) tree-hugging of course!!


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8 comments on “Walking in a Winter Wonderland (Poetry & Photography)
  1. Hariod Brawn says:

    Quite beautifully written Emma; many congratulations. Very few people appear to be aware that Jiddu Krishnamurti wrote poetry. I have a rare hardback copy of his poetry book From Darkness to Light, and wonder if you have too?

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    • Emma Tuzzio says:

      Thanks Hariod, I appreciate your kindness. Wow lucky you to have one of Jiddu Krishnamurti’s rare poetry books! I can’t say I am in possession of any… yet! One of my favourite poems of his is ‘I Am All’…do you know it?

      I am the blue firmament and the black cloud,
      I am the waterfall and the sound thereof,
      I am the graven image and the stone by the wayside,
      I am the rose and the falling petals thereof,
      I am the flower of the field and the sacred lotus,
      I am the sanctified waters and the still pool,
      I am the tree that towereth among the mountains
      And the blade of grass in the peaceful lane,
      I am the tender spring leaf and the evergreen foliage.

      I am the barbarian and the sage,
      I am the impious and the pious,
      I am the ungodly and the godly,
      I am the harlot and the virgin,
      I am the liberated and the man of time,
      I am the the indestructible and the destructible,
      I am the renunciation and the proud possessor.
      I am all
      few know me.

      I am neither This nor That,
      I am neither detached nor attached,
      I am neither heaven nor hell — few know me —
      I am neither philosophies nor creeds,
      I am neither the Guru nor the disciple.
      O friend,
      I contain all.

      I am clear as the mountain stream,
      Simple as the new spring leaf.

      Happy are they
      That meet with me.

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      • Hariod Brawn says:

        How wonderful that is Emma; and no, I was not aware of this work at all as it is not within Volume 1 of From Darkness to Light. May I ask, are you engaged in Nondualism, Buddhism, or any other recognised path of ontological knowledge? I rather get the early impression that nature is as much your teacher as anything written in books, and if so, then that is very wonderful too.

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  2. calensariel says:

    When the night has been too lonely
    And the road has been too long
    And you think that love is only
    For the lucky and the strong,
    Just remember in the winter
    Far beneath the bitter snows
    Lies the seed that with the sun’s love
    In the spring becomes the rose.

    That’s what I hold onto in winter… (The Rose, written by Amanda McBroom)

    This was a beautiful blog post, Emma. Loved the pictures.

    Liked by 2 people

    • Emma Tuzzio says:

      Oh wow how beautiful is that poem! Thanks for sharing. Yes I love that deep underneath our feet, the earth is pregnant with the blooms of spring. It’s a great metaphor for life, and one to remember during the tough times, or when life throws dead-ends – we have hope that renewal and fresh new beginnings are just around the corner!


  3. […] I love just getting on here and checking the blogs on my blogroll. I’m always impressed by the many talented writers there are on Word Press. This morning I was over at The Muse in the Mirror reading quotes about winter and seeing Emma Tuzzio’s beautiful pictures on her blog post Walking in a Winter Wonderland (Poetry and Photography). […]


  4. calensariel says:

    Glad you liked it. It’s actually the last stanza of the song The Rose. The whole song is very poignant.


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