IN THE MORNING of winter shadow,
a night time of ice quills quiver in shrouded anticipation
of the bright armies of day to come rushing round the edges of things with their spears of sunlight into the battle.
The gathered halberdiers of winter cast long needle-shadows across the green ice with their weapons,
and the lichen-frosts whisper the crystalline secrets of this very new day.
Each crack and trill of the waking world asks:
Who will win the battle?
At this cold cusp of a certain point of early,
the blades of frost and light clash and shatter my vision into a million pieces of beautiful.
I love this (and I love you for making it)
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This is exquisite~ You have captured "the cold cusp of a certain point of early," in a way, that up until this moment, I was not sure was entirely possible. Capturing such magic as this takes a certain kind of magician, a certain sort of "seer"...a poet. Wintry Blessings to you and Tom and Macha. To the poetry of morning, to the light's return and to this sparkling new day~
ReplyDeleteStunning, have you thought of self publishing? (Blurb so you don't have to outlay but people can buy your book) I know I would buy one.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing such beauty in word and picture.
winter magic thank you for sharing your words and vision Rima!
ReplyDeleteSimply beautiful
ReplyDeleteRima, thank you so much for this astonishing bit of beauty today ... and speaking of light, happy Lucia dag!
ReplyDeleteOh yes...ti's the time...but here in NYC still mild...I head up to Massachusetts soon and there will be cold cusps many mornings surely. I am at my table addressing cards (yours) purchased from you last year...having had to hold on to them to savor their magic till now...when, because it is the season of letting go, of giving. I am choosing one each for favored friends. Thank you Rima and may your beautiful spirit see you through the frost. Michelle
ReplyDeleteLovely frosty images.. winter is something, isn't it?
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((hugs)), Teresa :-)
My days are dark now, and will be probably darker, but the magic in your words intrigues me and brakes the routine of this life. That encourages me to keep walking even if I'm alone now. Thanks indeed Rima, your blog is a warm and amazing place.
ReplyDeleteOh Rima, this is simply beautiful - one of the most achingly gorgeous things that I have seen (and read) in a long, long time.
ReplyDeleteYour photos, oh my. Your words...yes, please.
Such beautiful wintry images and words to match Rima. I have so enjoyed the looking and reading. I particularly love that shaggy lichen - embellished by frost it becomes even more special.
ReplyDeleteDear Rima, thank you for another wonderful tale told with your magical words & images of this beautiful world we live in x
ReplyDeleteWow Rima! Such evocative photos of those icy treasures, proving once more that you wear magic glasses : )
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful! I did a hoarfrosty post a couple of weeks ago too.... but I idled the morning away and didn't go walking until afternoon, when the frost was in full retreat. I do love your misty morning photos, and the lichen especially! Hope you and Tom are well and warm on these grey and frosty days!
ReplyDeleteIt looks like you live in a fantasy painting by Brian Froud. What beautiful images, and beautiful word to accompany them....
ReplyDeleteYou have so perfectly captured the un-still stillness of this time of the year. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteStunning!!It is a beautiful fairy tail..i hope you publish a book sometime..Have you seen the old movies of Caspian?It is great..you remind me :)thanx for sharing!!))
ReplyDeleteBeautiful... so beautiful.x
ReplyDeletea million pieces of beautiful. that's it exactly. many frosty mornings here but no snow. i look for the tree with the lights in it.
ReplyDeleteThank you Rima, this is so beautiful. I love best the line: "A night time of ice quills quiver in shrouded anticipatio."
ReplyDeleteArgh! forgot the N! anticipation!
ReplyDeleteYours is such a rich spirit. Nothing of the beauty of this world is wasted on you. My thanks for sharing your beauty.
ReplyDeleteThis is stunning, Rima! The living magic of frost, you have touched and sung it. Thank you! xo, Sylvia
ReplyDeleteIn the silly, mad panic before Christmas which I try not to take part in but its all around me these words and pictures are so beautiful and have soothed my spirit. I have your prints all framed now and everyone loves them. Karen x
ReplyDeleteBeautiful wintery photos of Devon Rima!
ReplyDeleteWishing you and Tom a very happy christmas! :)
Jess xx
Nothing every equals the art created by nature. Thank you for capturing it for us. Your words form a beautiful partnership to these stunning photographs.
ReplyDeleteIce crystals and hoar frost! Beautiful!!
ReplyDeleteHave a blessed New Year dearest Rima.
Thankyou for reminding me of the beauty I'm missing....but I'm glad to have missed the winter rains.
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the frost just an aching memory now amidst the whipping rain and gusts....you know its so cosy in the bedford....I'll write about it soon! x
ReplyDeleteA very happy turning of the year to you!
ReplyDeleteLove your blog, Happy New Year!
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