I’ve been out walking in the brief fine patches between showers, hail and steady rain, and have composed this winter photo poem for you. I hope you enjoy it.
In winter light, new shapes emerge
In winter light, a shiver crosses the land
In winter light, a landscape unfolds
In winter light, birdsong fills the air
Winter light makes room for mystery
In the winter dark, the imagination can roam.
Winter is the season of contemplation, and a special time for learning and fostering something new in your life.
Blessings, and may the winter light draw you into its beauty.
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Aaaahhhhh Bethels lake! My old playground! I love it!
Now loving the mists and birdsong of a the Kauaeranga valley, the hills looking like volcanoes smoking with mist.
Bryony, I’m glad this post took you back to a special place. The Kauaeranga valley must be so beautiful too. ‘Hills like volcanoes smoking with mist’ – beautiful, thank you.
Lovely photos and poem, Juliet.
Winter light has so many connotations for me, both in northern hemisphere and right where I am now, in New Zealand. The deciduous trees here have only just dropped their leaves fully, and little birds flutter among the bare branches, against a white sky. The dark branches reach up to receive energy from the sun behind the clouds, and all is well in my world. Many thanks for your newsletters.
Virginia, thank you for your observations; they are so poetic! There is so much beauty in winter, if we have the eyes to see it.
Even in these, our longest Northern hemisphere days, I feel drawn into your winter light through your lovely poem, Juliet. It is quite beautiful. I especially like the line “Winter light makes room for mystery” . Beautiful.
Penny, thank you so much. I’m glad this photo poem speaks to you, even at the height of your summer!
Absolutely stunning. You are a gifted poet, photographer, artist, thinker, ritualist – and grandmother! Xx ruth
Ruth, how kind. Thank you.
Hi Juliet. Your poem is lovely. It is almost romantic. I live near the Kaipara River. Many times, I have been up on the high road in Helensville and seen the beautiful glow of light spread across the paddocks and the river. It makes me want to write something similar. Thanks for this. I guess I feel inspired.
Denise, I’m so glad you enjoyed the poem, and that it is giving you inspiration. The Kaipara is full of wonderful light that shapes the land. I always enjoy that special landscape. Thank you.
How beautiful, Juliet. Thank you. I feel a big aahhh as I saw your words and photos. I spent a year n New Zealand and this brings back some lovely memories.
Thank you Lure, I’m so glad my post brought back some good memories for you. How wonderful that you spent a year in New Zealand.
Wow, beautiful. I feel like you’ve taken me on a lovely journey.
Blessed be.
Thank you Sue, I’m glad you enjoyed coming on this walk with me.
Absolutely love this, Juliet. Thank you for your touching poem…and for bringing the mystery and imagination of winter into my evening.
I adore winter…and that more reclusive, contemplative time. Very much needed a dose about now, amidst a hot Canadian summer.
So looking forward to sharing this (and your other posts) with my Chinese Medicine students when we talk about seasonal attunement. Thank you!
Thanks you Dana, for welcoming in a winter walk in the midst of your hot summer! I’m delighted that you will be sharing my posts with your students.
What a lovely poem Winter can be beautiful and indeed mysterious. I love crispy mornings and the sunny days that follow. I also love cuddling up by the fire. I am not fond of dark days and than I love that Spring follows winter 🙂
Marja, great to see you here! Winter is full of contrasts, as you describe. Thank you.
Hi Juliet, I’ve just found you here.
I too have been very infrequently blogging, but I’m glad I called to see these wonderful pictures. Have a happy winter – although calling the season ‘winter’ seems very strange to me here in our wet and windy summer.
Friko, how nice to see you, and I’m glad you’ve tracked me down and that you enjoyed the pictures, even of an opposite season. Thank you.