Blizzard
Hard to imagine daffodils
Where I see nothing but white veils
Incessant falling of thick snow
In this nowhere non-landscape
Which has no shadow and no shape,
And holds me fast and holds me deep
And will not cease before I sleep.
Hard to imagine somewhere else
Where life could stir and has a pulse,
And know that somewhere else will be
This very field, changed utterly,
With hosts of daffodils to show
That spring was there under the snow.
New Englanders are skeptical
Of what cannot depend on will,
Yet I should know that this wide range
Of white and green and constant change
Have kept me kindled, on the edge of fear,
Travelling the weather like a mountaineer.
Taken from "The Silence Now" by May Sarton
We have a dusting of snow from yesterday but I can see my crocuses popping up already.
ReplyDeleteSuch a perfect poem for the middle of February . . . in a very winter-y winter! Here in Michigan, we still have deep snow on the ground . . . where it's been since early January. Every once in a while, it feels like it will melt. But then more just comes. Sigh. There ARE daffodils under there. Somewhere. XO
ReplyDeleteHow perfect, Vera! We still have some snow here and I was just watching the birds and wishing for snowdrops, crocuses, and hyacinths. Thanks for helping me imagine daffodils!
ReplyDeleteThis is a very appropriate poem for today -- we woke up to a coating of snow, including on top of those green daffodil shoots that I know one day not too far away will have bright yellow flowers!
ReplyDeleteWe've got all the cold and snow you'd want - come on over!
ReplyDeleteYour weather has been the pits lately - it's definitely still winter there (and I hope you've enjoyed my photos showing the promise of spring ... somewhere!) - this poem speaks so well to these weeks when the season might start to shift. Sending all the "spring already!" vibes your way.
ReplyDeleteLots of snow and -6F out right now. Come on over if you would like some, but hurry. It's supposed to start warming up tomorrow. By next week we'll be in the 50's. Hallelujah!
ReplyDeleteBlessings,
Betsy
This is perfection for this morning that had the largest, fluffiest flakes ever on my early walk with Frankie. Yes, there are daffodils under this blanket of snow... safely tucked away. And for a moment in the hushed quiet of the falling snow... I can forget the chaos of the world and just be in the moment. Thank you so much for sharing it!
ReplyDeleteThe last time my Mom and Dad have experienced this much snow was decades ago! An old-fashioned winter!
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