Friday, December 11, 2020

Friday Ramble - By the Winter River


The north wind brushes snow away from ice on the river, and clouds of displaced snowflakes swirl through the air like confetti.  Light flickers through nearby trees and everything sparkles: river, snowdrifts, whiskery branches and frozen weeds along the shore. The scene is uplifting for a crotchety human in December's middling pages. She longs for light, and the sunshine is a shawl across her shoulders as it comes and goes through the clouds and the mist over the river—it's like honey in her cup.

Cattails, sedges and wetland grasses fringe the tributary all the way along, their stalwart toes planted in the frozen mud, and their withered, dessicated stalks swaying in the wind. The plumes and spikes outlined against the sky are pleasing when one can actually see them, their artfully curling tops eloquent of something wild and elemental and engaging. So too are the frosted fields, fences and trees on the far shore, the cobalt hues of hoarfrost, snow and ice, the golden setting sun painting the river, the diaphanous veil of cold vapor floating  above everything.

There are no caroling birds by the river, and there is silence for the most part, but this week, she remembered the river singing in its exuberant springtime flowing, last summer's great herons motionless in the reeds at sundown.  She thought of Vladimir Nabokov's memoir, "Speak Memory". On another day, that might have been a good title for this post written in the depths of winter.

The world around her is a manuscript written in wind and light. How on earth is she going to fit sky, tempest and dancing snow into one 5x7 image?

6 comments:

Barbara Rogers said...

I think it's grand to have words that not only evoke the experiencing of the scene, but invite me to stand by you from my comfortable chair through the screen. Thank you.

Tabor said...

I think everything fits so peacefully and nicely. You are my go-to for calm.

Mystic Meandering said...

Such a magical photo! "a manuscript written in wind and light" for sure. You captured it all so well. It evokes a melancholy in me of realms once remembered, now unknown... May you find warmth today...

Beth Owl's Daughter said...

Thank you for this sublime beauty.
But also thank you TODAY for all the beauty, inspiration, and gorgeousness that you are. Happy Birthday, our beloved Cate.

Mystic Meandering said...

Your BIRTHDAY!!!??? the 11th??? I hold you dear in my heart...
(PS - the 11th is also my brother's birthday! - Now I will never forget yours!)

Valorie Grace Hallinan said...

i love the sunlight too on these days when it is scarcer. Beautiful post. Thank you.