Thursday, February 09, 2012

Thursday Poem - Winter

WINTER, a sharp bitter day
the robin turns plump against the cold
the sun is weak
silver faded from gold

he is late in his coming and short in his stay
Man, beast, bird and air all purging, all cleansing, earth already
purified awaits the rite of spring
Her bridal gown a virgin snow and frosts in her hair
A snowdrop by the road today bowed gracefully and high upon
the wing up in the sparkling nothingness, a lone bird
began to sing
Can gentle spring be far away?

Tommy Makem

The "Bard of Armagh" was best known (and loved) as a singer, storyteller, song collector and actor, but he was also a very fine poet.

1 comment:

laveta'splace said...

Lovely poem and beautiful picture. I wonder why the bushs have frost and the trees on the other side have none. Such a peaceful scene.