A few moments in the front garden collecting photos – a Periwinkle and some white Winter Heather which, in its out-of-focus beauty minds me of a wedding dress.
And, today, a winter poem that looks towards hope for you:
Winter Stars – Sara Teasdale
I went out at night alone;The young blood flowing beyond the seaSeemed to have drenched my spirit’s wings—I bore my sorrow heavily.But when I lifted up my headFrom shadows shaken on the snow,I saw Orion in the eastBurn steadily as long ago.From windows in my father’s house,Dreaming my dreams on winter nights,I watched Orion as a girlAbove another city’s lights.Years go, dreams go, and youth goes too,The world’s heart breaks beneath its wars,All things are changed, save in the eastThe faithful beauty of the stars.