Winter is officially acknowledged in the northern hemisphere. Today is the shortest day of the year, the winter solstice, which means that the day will have the fewest daylight hours.
I watched the sunrise, streaming from Stonehenge. It was glorious! I took this photo a few years ago, and felt the wonder of its presence in the landscape. Sheep were walking here and there, outside the perimeter of Stonehenge, and the greenness of the grass surrounded the sarsen stones, creating a magical, mystical scene. I will never forget my impressions, and the awe I felt.
It was winter, near freezing,
I’d walked through a forest of firs
when I saw issue out of the waterfall
a solitary bird.
It lit on a damp rock,
and, as water swept stupidly on,
wrung from its own throat
supple, undammable song.
It isn’t mine to give.
I can’t coax this bird to my hand
that knows the depth of the river
yet sings of it on land.
Appears in Selected Poems by Kathleen Jamie.
The sun is brilliant this morning. I must get dressed and take advantage of that fact, and go for a walk in the canyon area, or by the river. I need to breathe, inhale, exhale, nature’s scent, view its beauty, and possibly touch a tree trunk or two, with love emanating from my hands.
Thank you for visiting.