red berries in snow

“Midwinter spring is its own season
Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown,
Suspended in time, between pole and tropic.
When the short day is brightest, with frost and fire,
The brief sun flames the ice, on pond and ditches,
In windless cold that is the heart’s heat,
Reflecting in a watery mirror
A glare that is blindness in the early afternoon.
And glow more intense than blaze of branch, or brazier,
Stirs the dumb spirit: no wind, but pentecostal fire
In the dark time of the year. Between melting and freezing
The soul’s sap quivers. There is no earth smell
Or smell of living thing. This is the spring time
But not in time’s covenant. Now the hedgerow
Is blanched for an hour with transitory blossom
Of snow, a bloom more sudden
Than that of summer, neither budding nor fading,
Not in the scheme of generation.
Where is the summer, the unimaginable
Zero summer?”…….

poem: extract from Little Gidding by T. S. Eliot

Photo by clinock

Today the first real snow fell in Vancouver… all is white and silent and everyday forms lose definition…no doubt tomorrow it will all be slush and rain again, that’s how it goes here on the north west coast. Tomorrow the sun will begin its slow return and I welcome the reality and symbolism of the Solstice. I am a child of the sun and despite growing up in the dank ambiance of England I am at heart a southern soul. I need light and heat and the life and colour it brings.

“May the long time sun shine upon you…all love surround you…”

7 thoughts on “Solstice

  1. Well O warm-hearted southern soul…………we have plenty of light and heat…..sun and sand, snakes and flies enough for you.
    I’ll send you some via the great blog-o-sphere to melt the snows of a gloomy heart. Greenmount Hill might do the job.
    But do not disregard the joys of your white landscape for it will quickly pass and be but another frozen memory.
    Ah, the magical silence of the fresh snow falling……pure heaven!


    1. Do you EVER get snow in Oz Robert? It’s almost gone here, slipping away like an exorcized ghost whispering, ‘sorry I haunted you for two days’…Look forward to seeing your gift of Greenmount Hill but you can keep the snakes and flies, thank you for the kind thought…


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