Winter Sleep

The north-eastern wind is freezing cold and the landscape is being transformed day by day from soft to hard; it is not only the quality of the light I love, but also the extreme experiences I get...


I KNOW it must be winter (though I sleep)--
I know it must be winter, for I dream
I dip my bare feet in the running stream,
And flowers are many, and the grass grows deep.

I know I must be old (how age deceives!)--
I know I must be old, for, all unseen,
My heart grows young, as autumn fields grow green,
When late rains patter on the falling sheaves.

I know I must be tired (and tired souls err)--
I know I must be tired, for all my soul
To deeds of daring beats a glad, faint roll,
As storms the riven pine to music stir.

I know I must be dying (Death draws near)--
I know I must be dying, for I crave
Life--life, strong life, and think not of the grave,
And turf-bound silence, in the frosty year.

Winter Sleep by Edith Matilda Thomas











Whooper Swans, Mariager fjord, Denmark

 (Equipment used: Nikon D700, Nikkor VR 70-200/2,8 II, VR 300/2,8, TC-14E II)

2 comments:

  1. Lækre stemningsfulde FUGLE billeder ;-) Krydret med et dejligt digt. Smukt.

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  2. thanks for sharing.

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