This I Will Savor

Malign these days as you will, but I know how fondly I will think on them when the thermometer turns upside down. When we are 64 days into summer instead of winter, in those dogs days not fit for man or beast…I will think about yesterday. Yesterday at 8 a.m. as the snow fell through […]

Winter Hibernation

When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world, and droop. Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired, how gracious, how benign is solitude. — William Wordsworth Photo ©2014, Jen Payne

Woods in Winter

Woods in Winter by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow When winter winds are piercing chill, And through the hawthorn blows the gale, With solemn feet I tread the hill, That overbrows the lonely vale. O’er the bare upland, and away Through the long reach of desert woods, The embracing sunbeams chastely play, And gladden these deep solitudes. […]

Winter’s Here!

“Now is the solstice of the year, winter is the glad song that you hear. Seven maids move in seven time. Have the lads up ready in a line. Ring out these bells. Ring out, ring solstice bells. Ring solstice bells. Join together beneath the mistletoe. by the holy oak whereon it grows. Seven druids […]

A Winter Walk

The path never changes. Its mood always does. Evidence of many travelers. Such is the way of water. Ice age. A winding path. With blue as contrasting color. A Hobbit trail. At the west side of the pond. • • • ©2013, Jen Payne

*the frost performs its secret ministry

Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee, Whether the summer clothe the general earth With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch Of mossy apple-tree, while the nigh thatch Smokes in the sun-thaw; whether the eave-drops fall Heard only in the trances of the blast, […]

Joyful Solstice!

“The sun at length rises through the distant woods, as if with the faint clashing, swinging sound of cymbals, melting the air with his beams, and with such rapid steps the morning travels, that already his rays are gilding the distant western mountains. Meanwhile we step hastily along through the powdery snow, warmed by an […]