Tidings of Winter

Last week saw the first proper cold snap for me here in Lincolnshire, on the edge of the Wolds, and in fairly typical fashion for me, I took the chance to get out there with the camera.   The air was so cold that my  hair was beginning to freeze, and the frost crunched underfoot delightfully, though it masked more than one large and rather treacherous patch of ice!   I’m always startled and delighted by how beautifully architectural everything becomes at this time of year – tree branches, the last few leaves clinging on against the cold winter winds, and the last seed heads crusted in frost.

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Plantain seed head (Plantago major, that is!)
Plantain seed head (Plantago major, that is!)
Self Heal seedheads (prunella vulgaris) Patches of this are utterly magical when covered in frost!
Self Heal seedheads (prunella vulgaris) Patches of this are utterly magical when covered in frost!
Frozen rosehips (Rosa canina)  these'll be great for syrups now, but oh so squidgy once they thaw...
Frozen rosehips (Rosa canina) these’ll be great for syrups now, but oh so squidgy once they thaw…

 

My tidings for you: the stag bells,

winter snows, summer is gone.

Wind high and cold, low the sun,

Short his course, sea running high,

Deep red the bracken, its shape all gone,

the wild goose has raised his wonted cry.

Cold has caught the wings of birds.

Season of ice – these are my tidings.

– Irish poem translated by Caitlin Matthews.

One of the last few hawthorn leaves clinging on for dear life - and an utterly gorgeous colour it is as well!
One of the last few hawthorn leaves clinging on for dear life – and an utterly gorgeous colour it is as well!
... that sun...
… that sun…

 

 

Winterthorn and Eternity

Something in me adores the winter –

restful skies, stretching forever, and

enigmatic tree poems on the horizon.

I send my soul after the west wind,

seeking solace in the silence, heart weary and

longing for darkness’s embrace once again.

Breathe in with the nightfall and

out with the dawn, these fields

becoming strange again, clad

in silver and gilt and a different world,

different land folding itself about me,

clouds far overhead

like galleons sailing forever seas,

navigating by moon and star and

midnight’s compass,

crows cawing winter lullabies

in nearby woods,

and in the hedgerows my blood

catches on winterthorns, like

flowers of eternity.

 

Ivy against the skies
Ivy against the skies

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3 thoughts on “Tidings of Winter

    1. aww thank you 🙂 I’ll try and actually put some proper information in the next post – getting distracted by pretties at the moment and it makes it hard to get my thoughts in order enough to post something intelligent! 😀 xx

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