... My youth melted, and my then-lover fades from recall, but brightly burns yet that winter fireball.
Her sixth is in silence. When the frosted one visits she does so quietly. You’re not woken from you bed with howling gale or scattering branch. Windows are not hammered with rain. ... Read review
...winter. And that is my excuse. I blame my rebellious nature on being born on the fifth of November, (Remember Remember!) and I bless my love of harsh, cold weather on being born into a really harsh cold winter. I contend it is my normality … what I came to expect of the world.
If that implies that I find the world cold and harsh you’re misreading me. I find the world all manner of moods and I love them all. When it comes to the seasons, ... ...forestall those eager to contest my view with the wickedness of the ice-queen, her treacherous roads and paths that leave traffic stalled, and footsteps slipping into broken hips and ankles. Her chills and chilblains. I own it here and now: she is not benign. In that, however, she is not alone. Her sister seasons bring each their share of ills along with their bounty. Heatstroke can kill as easily as hypothermia. Drought as evilly as flood. Spring-melt ... more
Remember the winter of 1962/63?
I don’t.
It was one of the hardest on record. Certainly the worst in memory since 1948. The snow started falling in November and lay until March.
I don’t remember this. I have it on hearsay evidence only.
The hearsay is: we brought her home and the chap over the road didn’t see her until the March. The weather was so bad, she was scarcely out of doors for the first few months of her life.
I was born into that winter.
We lived in town, not in the country, so I’m sure the stories are exaggerated….but it was a hard, long winter, with snow deep and long lying. That is on record. And I was born into that winter. And that is my excuse. I blame my rebellious nature on being born on the fifth of November, (Remember Remember!) and I bless my love of harsh, cold weather on being born into a really harsh cold winter. I contend it is my normality … what I came to expect of the world.
If that implies that I find the world cold and harsh you’re misreading me. I find the world all manner of moods and I love them all. When it comes to the seasons, I love them all too. I love the very fact of seasons. The whole cycle of change, bringing the movement in the land, the sky, the waters, in the people too, moods of the living and the inanimate somehow in tandem. I love the circle, and I love each movement in turn as it arrives, and I’m seldom sorry to see it leave at its passing.
Yet however equitable we’d be, we cannot deny our favourites.
Without a doubt, mine is Winter.
It must be a ‘real’ Winter, though. Months of drear damp drizzly darkness do not qualify.
Winter is a wonderland. It is a place of mystery and magic. It is, above all, white.
Allow me to pause a while to forestall those eager to contest my view with the wickedness of the ice-queen, her treacherous roads and paths that leave traffic stalled, and footsteps slipping into broken hips and ankles. Her chills and chilblains. I own it here and now: she is not benign. In that, however, she is not alone. Her sister seasons bring each their share of ills along with their bounty. Heatstroke can kill as easily as hypothermia. Drought as evilly as flood. Spring-melt can send the mudslide, and autumn damp the smog-riding germ.
I am here to claim quarter for my season ~ to plead her case. As the flakes fall outside my pane on this February evening I know she will claim her crown at will without my aid and in despite of time. Yet still I come to celebrate her glory and her beauty, not as her harper or her bard in lines of frosted rhyme: merely as her scribe to ensure they are laid down...to keep the record true.
Winter, I say again, is a place of mystery and magic. It is, above all, white.
White as snow, white as glistening frost, ice white.
Therein is her first grace. Whiteness. The colour and cloak of innocence. Dark bare fields are wrapped, and so too the city’s murk. Take a walk on a real winter’s day, with fresh-fallen snow, and look around you. Look into the faces of the people you meet. See the light reflected in smiles. Oh, yes, they’ll stamp their feet, complain of the cold, but the childish glee at snow will twinkle in their eyes and they will smile. With deep pillows of soft whiteness, can you resist kicking through it, or swooping a handful to ball and throw?
When the snow falls in darkness, and the world is somehow lit, do you not stand at your window and watch….do romantic thoughts of an ends-well Dickensian Christmas or an Alpine lover’s hideaway not steal through the grime of everyday concerns?
Her second is in the cold. The sharpness of dry crystal cold. Not the bone-damp morale-sapping chill of autumn, but the lung-scourging tingle as our very words are visible wraiths on the air. The joys of warm winter soups, and bundling into thick woollen clothes, and crackling firelight would be as nought without their reason. The beauty of an ice-frosted leaf, or frozen-dew-dazzled web. The crunch of earth-frost underfoot.
Her third is in festival. Choose your religion, or have it handed down, if you live in northern climes there will surely be a winter feast. Race memories of pagan rites transformed into festivals of lights or of misrule or nativity or of the planet’s turn. Reasons to be joyful, and to think kindly of our fellow man. The giving of gifts & playing of games. Richness of food and ale. The bringing of the outdoors inside as we deck the halls ~ scents of pine and dark holly-shine. Fairy lights and fairy tales, cinnamon wine and pantomime.
Her fourth is in the darkness. Short days of short labour, and dark hours to rest. A time to spend in conversation, in preparation. Restoration. Long winter evenings and no urgent business abroad. A quiet time, to ponder, to write, to catch our breath and pause. Time to read, to plan, to dream.
Her fifth is in the light. When the snow clouds have passed over and the sun struggles into a cobalt sky, low-angled shadows tease the eye. The light dances across surfaces. It glitters on the frozen, skims the wet, and settles warmly on the dry. The strength of the winter sun burns strong through thin cold air. The ice-queen stands back and shares the stage ~ not for fear of the sun-god but in sureness of her self enhanced. I remember a bridge, and an old walled town, an afternoon walk and a flame-red sunset over the river and the snow-filled fields. I was young and in love and I remember it still. My youth melted, and my then-lover fades from recall, but brightly burns yet that winter fireball.
Her sixth is in silence. When the frosted one visits she does so quietly. You’re not woken from you bed with howling gale or scattering branch. Windows are not hammered with rain. Clouds don’t crash with thunderous light. Snow falls gently, silently. Not only in the fall, but in the lying of it. A snow-fall morning is a quiet time. Traffic stilled, a slower awakening to the world. Come evening too…there is a peace on a cold white night. As we draw indoors, and the animals dig deeper into their burrows or huddle in fluffed up feather or fur, silence strolls among us. Such peace is alien to modern man, and perhaps we could not bear it for long, but for a time upon a winter time, I ask you to stay your rush and listen to it.
Her seventh is in revelation. The stark beauty of nature unclothed. The dark black hair-thin birch twigs draped against a sky of blue or of white. The golden glow of yellowed lichen on hazel or ash. Deep-polished red of unnamed barks. The small creatures whose flight and skitter are normally hidden from view. The winter visitors in water-feeding flocks. The larger mammals coming close in search of hard-sought food.
Such then are the seven graces of my favoured season. With these she softens the dying year and watches over the birth-pangs of the new. Allow her then her brief stay and celebrate her passing through. Rarely does she outstay her welcome, and in modern climes her visits may dwindle. I would miss her presence should she forebear to come at all, and rejoice when she grants us a full royal patronage for a season for all the hardships of such court.
Out of hearing I will confess that I may not wish to spend all my days within her grasp ~ but neither in that of Spring, Summer or Autumn for eternity. I seek not that you should pass the others by, merely to beg quarter for my season…the mere quarter of the year that is her due.
Advantages: "....for making Whoopee." Disadvantages: None
...I'm all for making it. My thanks to the lyricist Gus Kahn for reminding me of this delightful pastime, whatever it may be, and even greater gratitude to him for implying that every season provides a reason for indulging in it. I'll second that emotion, as another lyricist once said. Recently, I wrote a review in which, for want of anything more persuasive on which to base my argument, I analysed the dates on which Ciao members had posted both "happy" ... ...winter. Autumn being one of my favourite seasons, I didn't want to believe ill of it. And, with only a little statistical sleight of hand, that's what the numbers showed. "Maybe you should count the top ten turn-on ops next and find out when we are friskiest," suggested Susan 1967 in her comment on that review. Not having any better ideas myself, I seized on her stimulating suggestion, hence this review. I have no hesitation in posting it under this ...
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Advantages: Another set of poems. Disadvantages: Some are sad.
...poem so the following is my own impressions of the seasons and what they mean to me. They are, as yet untitled, whether I ever publish any of them is undecided at this point, I just hope you enjoy reading them.
As winter yields it’s icy grip and slush is born from snow
The earth awakens from its sleep and memories start to grow
Of warmer breezes heralding the sunshine and the showers,
The bulbs sent out their shoots that will soon turn into flowers. ... ...Once upon a springtime my passage from a child
Into the realms of adulthood filled me up with pride.
All was new and wonderful my life had just begun
Young love blossomed in my heart, life was full of fun.
Summertime came early as a bride and then a mother.
I thought I had a perfect life and there would be no other.
Alas my life was squandered as my soul was then betrayed,
I never thought of passing time, I never thought I’d aged. Now in the ...
Elffriend 25.10.2004
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...in spring,
I met my husband in summer, Married him a year later Had a daughter a year after that, Plums are my favorite fruit which ripen nicely in autumn.
So, as you can see, all the seasons are my favorites while they are here and I mourn the passing of each one every year.
Log Fires,
Christmas,
Snowdrops poking through frozen ground,
Crisp frosty mornings running on the downs with the dogs, all these things for me make winter the most wonderful ... ...but just past the middle my birthday happens. Mum talks of the day I was born and how she missed the panto,
How the pipes froze and she had to climb two flights of stairs to get water and strangely how she fed me,
Changed me,
Washed me
And put me out in the pram for some fresh air.
How things have changed.
But the essence of winter never changes. When you just get completely fed up of dark drizzly days along comes one with the brightest of ...
solamarie 03.10.2004
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Advantages: Happy memories :-) Disadvantages: It only comes around once a year :-(
...thought i would write about my favourite season of the year because we are officially in it...............well for the moment we are anyway and this is known as AUTUMN!
For this wonderful season i shall attempt some poetic verses but please bare with me if it is rubbish as i haven't had a go at poetry since i was in primary school so that's a few years back now!.............................so here goes...........
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... ...to such a beautiful creation my father is the messiah.
I remember when i used to dress up in my Hallowe'en costume and shout 'Boo!'
But now i watch the little ones do the same as what i used to.
On Bonfire Night we watch the wonderful yellow and orange flames of the bonfires,
We also watch the fantastic fireworks light up the sky with beautiful colours,
Never, when watching the bonfires do they makes us tire,
But as the night draws to an end ...
Siobhany 19.10.2004
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Advantages: just a view. Disadvantages: may not be the same as everyone elses.
...me, Spring will always be my favourite season. This is how I see them and each person will see the pull of nature in different ways but the poems below tell you my reasons for liking the Spring the most.
Summer.
Wayward days of childhood come to mind so very clear,
When I remember Summers that seemed long and filled with fun,
Reaching inside my memories, its almost like they're here,
And everyone loves sunshine days when all is said and done.
... ...filled with grass,
So, not my favourite season, it is easy to see why.
AUTUMN
I love the Autumn colours and the golds, and richest reds,
And the changing of the season from the warmth that has gone by,
When all is quiet in the yard, and I tend the flower beds,
And see the reddest sunsets in an early evening sky.
Though with it comes the showers of leaves that clog the gardens growth
And the rake is needed every day to clear the leaves away
...
thingywhatsit 15.10.2004
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