❄ Reflections on Winter ~ My Muse ❄
Winter 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.
Nowadays 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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“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. ~
“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.
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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