This blog is about my garden and the outdoors. I am new to photography but I am trying to show some of the pretty things that grow here in Michigan. I love the wild things who visit me and I dont mind if they eat a bit here and there. I like it more if they let me take their picture. As time goes on I think I will try to show you around the beautiful area that I live in as well as my garden. I try to use my own pictures as much as possible but will also use pictures from the web. If I inadvertently use your photo or work without permission please email me and I will remove it or give credit if you prefer. I will give credit when I know who the owner is. I would ask that anyone using my pictures do the same.
... I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.......Psalm23:6
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Sunday, February 8, 2015

Winter poems...............

"In the bleak midwinter
Frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron,
Water like a stone,
Snow had fallen, snow on snow,
Snow on snow,
In the bleak midwinter,
Long ago."
- Christina Rossetti
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Out of the bosom of the Air,
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent, and soft, and slow
Descends the snow.
Even as our cloudy fancies take
Suddenly shape in some divine expression,
Even as the troubled heart doth make
In the white countenance confession,
The troubled sky reveals
The grief it feels.
This is the poem of the air,
Slowly in silent syllables recorded;
This is the secret of despair,
Long in its cloudy bosom hoarded,
Now whispered and revealed
To wood and field.

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The night is darkening round me,
The wild winds coldly blow;
But a tyrant spell has bound me
And I cannot, cannot go.

The giant trees are bending
Their bare boughs weighed with snow.
And the storm is fast descending,
And yet I cannot go.

Clouds beyond clouds above me,
Wastes beyond wastes below;
But nothing drear can move me;
I will not, cannot go.

Emily Jane Brontë :

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Just a few winter poems for a change of pace. I hope you enjoy them.
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Loredana Donovan said...

Christina Rossetti is a great poet ~ nice pictures, too :)

September Violets said...

These poems really capture the essence of heavy snows in winter. It's not all bad :)

AnnMarie aka Vintage Junkie aka NaNa said...


Butterfly 8)(8 Bungalow said...

I like that Rosetti poem and the way Sarah McLaughlin put it to music. The house is so sweet.

Huckleberry stitches said...

Nice poem and I love that bird in the picture! The house is lovely.

Scrappy quilter said...

Another wonderful post. Lovely poems.

Stephanie said...

Beautiful words and beautiful pictures. Thank you, my dear, for sharing. Enjoy the remainder of your week! Hugs!

Stephanie said...

Beautiful words and beautiful pictures. Thank you, my dear, for sharing. Enjoy the remainder of your week! Hugs!