January (northern hemisphere)

By Rhiannonw

Fri, 13 Jan 2023
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So much bleak and weak and waiting,
so much dark and stark, deflating,
but see some glints of mornings bright
- transient
and spears of snowdrops point
through, strident,
so soon will come
a colourful time,
a warmer clime.

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Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Rhiannon,

this was such a special poem of hope as the New Year begins.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thank you, Jenny. Glad you enjoyed. The constancy of the seasons is a blessing, when waiting. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Tom Brown on

Good! Makes me think of Narnia, "when Aslan bares his teeth winter meets it's death!

By the way in England how long are the days, in Winter? Summer? You must have a big difference there. .. . Tom Brown

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thanks again, Tom. Yes, the description of the winter losing its grip, and spring coming in with Aslan's arrival is lovely, and such a picture of what God can do in us and in  a new earth too.

I had to look up the length of our days, mid-winter and mid-summer. It seems to be minimum of just under 8 hours mid-winter, and maximum of about 16 and a half mid-summer in London, but obviously getting respectively shorter and longer the further north you go. I suppose you have less variation? Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Tom Brown on

That's quite a long summer's day and a short winter's. I'm here at about 14 and shortest about 10 hours. A lot more comfortable.

If you go North the days must get very long they talk of the land of the midnight sun and the arctic circle. It's better not having these kinds of extremes.

Daylight saving does sound like a very practical arrangement.

All the best, Tom

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thank you, Tom. That is interestning. Children can get confused with 'still light at bedtime' in the summer. Once on holiday on the isle of Skye in Scotland when I was young, my father said he could more or less still read at midnight on a clear night, but I think it was quite difficult! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by marandina on

"...and spears of snowdrops point..." A salient contrast of winter moving to spring. From the icy depths to the warmth of hope, succinctly captured in your poem. Paul 

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thank you, Paul. We miss the colour don't we (and the warmth!) So good to have the continuity to help us wait. Rhiannon