Hoarfrost (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The shortest day of the year, December 21, is just passed.

This captures the mood of the season, even though, in truth, starting today, December 29, days are getting longer.

And, this captures the lethargy that follows losing someone, when it seems you will never have the strength to move on, and offers hope.

A Wintry Sonnet.

A robin said: The Spring will never come,
And I shall never care to build again.
A Rosebush said: These frosts are wearisome,
My sap will never stir for sun or rain.
The half Moon said: These nights are fogged and slow,
I neither care to wax nor care to wane.
The Ocean said: I thirst from long ago,
Because earth’s rivers cannot fill the main.
When springtime came, red Robin built a nest,
And trilled a lover’s song in sheer delight.
Gray hoarfrost vanished, and the Rose with might
Clothed her in leaves and buds of crimson core.
The dim Moon brightened. Ocean sunned his crest,
Dimpled his blue, – yet thirsted evermore.

Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830-1894)


Thank you to your-content.net for this from its collection of Rossetti’s public domain poems.


Carol Covin, Granny-Guru

Author, “Who Gets to Name Grandma? The Wisdom of Mothers and Grandmothers”



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