The christmas song from Christina Rosetti's poem runs through my head
IN THE BLEAK MID WINTER
FROSTY WIND MADE MOAN
EARTH STOOD HARD AS IRON
WATER LIKE A STONE
SNOW HAD FALLEN - SNOW ON SNOW
SNOW ON SNOW
IN THE BLEAK MID WINTER
LONG AGO
Here is a poem I wrote for the chaotic, shifting times we are in
IT IS OPEN NOW!
NO TURNING BACK
GIVING NEW BIRTH
LETTING GO OF THE PACK
TRUST
GRACE
JOY
LAUGH
WHO WILL FALL
WHO WILL SOAR
GUIDES SMILE ............................AS THEY GENTLY AND FIRMLY NUDGE US THROUGH THE DOOR
Soothing and beautiful, Page...both the painting and the poetry. Your painting reminds me of looking out at the freshly fallen snow on a gray, winter morning. Perhaps an abstracted memory? Those are my favorite days. :)
ReplyDeleteSerene blues, cool but thrilling... and your beautiful poem - I love the line "Guides smile..... as they gently and firmly nudge us through the door..." yes.....
ReplyDeleteMy favorite snow poem is Robert Frost, "Stopping by the Woods". I know it by heart.
ReplyDeleteI love that poem and we sing it in church every Christmas. The painting fits it perfectly and your poem offers hope.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem and wonderful painting, Page!!!
ReplyDeletePage, love the painting, and poems! l All so beautiful, and so timely!
ReplyDeleteThanks for this post, Page. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteI'd definitely appreciate if you share some links to other sources dedicated to this subject of course in case you happen to know any of them.
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