Friday, January 1, 2016

New Year



Happy New Year everyone.  Whatever the future holds in store, may it at least bring flowers in their right season.  Wild and bright in the fields, cultivated in the garden with taming grace, may the year in it's Turning bring beauty and peace of mind.

Flowers, Anonymous, c. 1700 - c. 1799:

and a poem from my other blog;

Gary Snyder;  Raven's Beak River At the End, in this poem he captures for a moment the old celtic enmeshing of nature, animals and the cosmic reality we sometimes forget.  For the owl I heard this morning, gently calling as he went about his world.

Raven-sitting high spot
eyes on the snowpeaks,
nose of morning
raindrops in the sunshine
Skin of sunlight
skin of chilly gravel
Mind in the mountain, mind of tumbling water,
mind running rivers
Mind of sifting
flowers in the gravels
At the end of the ice age
we are the bears, we are the ravens,
We are the salmon
in the gravel
At the end of the ice age.

4 comments:

  1. Lovely poem Thelma. The New Year has dawned dull and frosty here and we are sitting by the wood burner having a nice quiet day. Happy new year to you all.

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  2. Thank you Pat, my family are here today, four grandchildren together which is marvellous. We have also been out for a New Years's mince pie and mulled wine in the village, so it has been busy!

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  3. Happy New Year to you and what a lovely poem.

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  4. Thanks Jennie and a Happy New Year to your family to. xx

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