To hatch a crow, a black rainbow Bent in emptiness over emptiness But flying. ~ Ted Hughes I love crows. Crows are some of my closest confidants in this life. I don’t know why, but crows seem to intuitively and completely know me. They swoop into my life during times of turmoil, change, transformation. I consider them […]
Calendar year: Vale of GlamorganNovember, Vale of Glamorgan
November was soft and gentle.The shorter evenings were welcomed with log fires and candles as the world curled up for another season of sleep and quiet dark rest.I hoped for snow once more . Once more no snow came, nor frost ,all storms were yet to come .
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening – Poem by Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.