Thank you 2024, Welcome 2025
Every Sunday, I head over to Dave’s place, “Dave Astor on Literature”, to meet up with friends and talk about books. Dave’s recent post “The Winter of Our Book Content”, discussed the theme “winter” in books.
Winter is a perfect topic for the end of December. But as I am wont to do, my comment response digressed. Rather than discussing books, I reflected on winter in terms of poetic words.
A couple of days ago, an e-mail landed in my inbox which featured Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s poem “Snowflake-Flake” which happens to be one of my most favourite winter poem. I have goosebumps when I read the opening words:
Out of the bosom of the Air,
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent, and soft, and slow
Descends the snow.
Winter has long been a muse for poets, evoking imagery of snow-covered landscapes and the quiet beauty of the season. I think of Christina Rossetti and Robert Frost who beautifully capture the essence of winter in their works. Rossetti’s “In the Bleak Midwinter” reflects on the serene yet stark nature of the season, while Frost’s “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” paints a vivid picture of a snowy evening’s tranquility. Poets seem to have an affinity with winter. I think of William Wordsworth with his poem “The Prelude” and John Keats’s poem” In drear nighted December”. Both poems offer a contemplative perspective on nature’s cycles.
Welcome 2025
Thank you, dear friends, for an amazing year of books, discussions and connections. I think of Robert Frost’s words as we say goodbye to 2024 and welcome 2025:
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
I look forward to the miles ahead!
Rebecca
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