Waiting for the Thaw - Dina Gregory
It is warmer, the air is kinder on my face and I can breathe easier. At kast the thermometer is several degrees above zero. We are lying in a bowl of fading frost, still mostly white, but all around is fog, pale white like smoke and the hills are completely hidden in the mist. There is hardly any green to be seen though there are a few patches to be found underfoot. There is a slow, slow thaw which suits me and the river fine, we do not to be overwhelmed by a flood but the countryside seems all of a mess, it is like sitting in the aftermath of a party thrown during Christmas when everything was just-so, still, snow-covered and beautiful.
Only days ago every dwelling had its own Christmas decorations hanging from the eaves, long long icicles, (some of which were a danger to folk walking beneath them); at night there were crystals on the ground to light the way, everything was laced in white, the bare winter trees were etchings on the horizon and all the lowland trees had soft cotton wool on their branches. The road river bridge wore stoles of snow (as one of my readers so aptly described it having seen a photo on my blog). Even the moon put on her best show and made for us a magic.
Now we are in the slightly sad, limbo-days, some folk are back at work but not many and there is still New Year to look forward to before everything is Back to Normal. A lot of us are feeling stir-crazy for it feels as if we have been cooped up far too long having been snowed in for weeks even before Christmas arrived. At least I have more energy today as it is warmer and I am not striving to keep myself and the cottage warm. It is no longer icy underfoot, just soft and a bit squelchy so I have enjoyed a walk with the dogs. Being outside lifts the spirits, I recommend it.
I have two poems for you today that I heard on Radio 4's Today programme on Wednesday. Colin Firth was the stand-in editor and he did a grand job, there was so much of interest. Especially fascinating was how research has shown that our brains are different according to our political leanings...... to the left or the right. This ties in with a book I have just read by a much-loved writer Gill Edwards called Conscious Medicine. This is basically about how everything is energy including our thoughts. I will be blogging about this at a later date.
Colin Firth also included two poems in the programme, both of which were excellent.
Here is an audio link to the beat poet Haroon Anwar's poem Western Child; do take the time to listen if you can.
And below is The British by that great poet Benjamin Zephaniah.