Nature's tidying
up again,
with her blanket
of soft forgiveness.
Like Huck Finn,
she's white washed
my human fence
with her sacred vows
of chastity.
Flaws are hidden
for a night
in silent equality,
while pure delight
of holy communion
melts on my tongue,
and makes me giddy
in the sacraments
of winter.
willow, 2009
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"Nature's tidying up again"
ReplyDeleteI love that!
That pic is fantastic.
Wonderful piece Willow, thanks for sharing.
Happy early tt to you!
while pure delight
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melts on my tongue,
wow. willow this is amazing.
Love the poem, phrases as "white washed my human fence with her sacred vows of chastity."
ReplyDeleteLove the Willow on the side-bar!
Willow...this is marvelous! I really like the way you relate the snow to forgiveness and holy communion...all very white & pure. And wouldn't it be nice if all our flaws could be hidden in silent equality...it would be a much more pleasent world. Very thought provoking work : )
ReplyDeletei wont lie...i was confused as to what day it was for a minute...love these lines...
ReplyDeleteshe's white washed
my human fence
with her sacred vows
of chastity...
all flaws covered...
wow!
rain turning to ice here tonight...wish it was snow!
A perfect analogy. The comparison of the purity of the snow and human imperfections being covered by it's blanket, awesome.
ReplyDeleteYour poetry is soul stirring.
It's snowing here too.
ReplyDeleteI believe we're in for quite a lot of that "forgiveness" tonight.
ReplyDeleteBy tomorrow we should be very tidy.
I love it, love it...your words not the crappy weather!!! I know you love winter and I would too if I didn't own a small business in the Midwest...oh, the economy woes!!!
ReplyDeleteI think of you every time we get snow in the forecast, knowing you're loving every beautiful, tasty morsel of it...enjoy my friend!!! Way more a comin' your way!
Stranded in Iowa...
Sweet
Lovely poem--love the "soft forgiveness" line.
ReplyDelete"Flaws are hidden for a night." I love that about snow. It equalizes the landscape. Course up here the flaws are hidden for about three months.....
ReplyDeleteHi! Willow,
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely poem I like this line from your poem too...
"Nature's tidying
up again,
with her blanket
of soft forgiveness..."
Thanks, for sharing!
DeeDee ;-D
That was so inspiring.
ReplyDeleteYou are so wonderful with words..
a very talented lady..
Wonderful, willow, truly wonderful. I have never lost my childlike love of the snow and even now, at the age of 53, I still find it hard to go to bed if it is snowing outside. Of course, where I live in Spain we do not see as much snowfall as you get at the manor.
ReplyDeleteBut let me just say that after reading this superb poem, I am convinced I will never see a snowfall again without hearing a voice in my head whispering:
"... while pure delight
of holy communion
melts on my tongue,
and makes me giddy
in the sacraments
of winter".
In a few short lines you've forever changed and made sacramental my future enjoyment of strolls in the snow. Thank you.
Incredibly lovely AGAIN. Yes, willow I can se wahy you stick to poety for one--you are so so good at it. this is just darling. Love the photo you chose too--sweert.
ReplyDeleteAnd do you know Willow, I had a poem just like that (word for word) that I was going to post. Well you got in first. Your Darwin to my Wallace. My snow poem has melted in front of my eyes.
ReplyDeleteYour poem is truly inspiring, Willow. It touched my heart.
ReplyDeleteoh i love this...this is how i feel about rain in LA, please forgive us because we know not what we do, dear earth.
ReplyDeletemuch love
Another cracker from the Manor!
ReplyDeletedarn fine willow! tonight the weather is building to a crescendo of snow and rain and ice pellets. the first big storm. hooooray!!! the bike's put away. steven
ReplyDeleteBravo, so completely true and so completely fun!
ReplyDeleteMary Ann
Willow that is the most beautiful of all your poems I have read. I agree with Lorenzo, I will never see snow again without thinking about it in sacred terms. I saw the weather forecast the snow is gonna hit us all in central USA and across the west and to the Atlantic coast.
ReplyDeleteQMM
You know, you're pretty good at this poetry stuff.
ReplyDeleteExcellent imagery...
ReplyDeletebut wasn't it Tom Sawyer?
I like how it gets soooo quiet.
ReplyDeleteIf it has to be winter...it does look so much better covered in white and tidy! Let it snow...let it snow ..let it snow! Lovely poem willow. I so enjoy your blog!
ReplyDeleteLovely lovely lovely! I can tell this was written by someone who LIKES winder :)
ReplyDeleteOr, you know, WINTER - whichever.
ReplyDelete...the sacraments of winter ... lovely thought!
ReplyDeleteJeffScape, well, Norman Rockwell painted Tom and Huck painting the fence together, so maybe I'm not too far off base.
ReplyDeletehttp://www.nrm.org/2009/09/norman-rockwells-tom-sawyer-huckleberry-finn/
Wonderful poetry, you are so talented! Love the picture, too. Don't you just love snow?
ReplyDeleteThe image fits the poem so well. Lovely wordsmithing Willow, just lovely.
ReplyDeletewhitewashed my human fence with her sacred vows of chastity?
ReplyDeletegirl, you've got to publish a book. i would buy your book of poetry.
Gorgeous. I live in Florida. Zero snow!
ReplyDeletewillow, the picture and poem and lovely.
ReplyDeleteCatholic imagery goes so well with the weather! Very nicely done.
ReplyDeleteYour poem is like snowfall itself. And having settled, creates a sense of peace and wonder.
ReplyDeleteAh, I love the line "her soft blanket of forgiveness." Actually, I love every line! Beautiful!
ReplyDeletewonderful Willow, just wonderful :)
ReplyDeleteWe can now confirm that whoever coined the phrase "a picture is worth a thousand words" either got their math all wrong or was not reading your poetry. Still shaking my grateful head over this one.
ReplyDeleteHow lovely, thank you, I havent seen snow for years.
ReplyDeleteA Snowflake Becomes A Communion Host.
ReplyDeleteThat made me want to put on a jacket and go skiing! I actually read a poem that I understood! haha!
ReplyDeleteLove the opening on this! And we are currently in the start of a possibly big storm, just now. Good thing I don't have a morning commute :)
ReplyDeleteNice and frosty. -J
ReplyDeleteOh well, that is the way it should be. Somehow we all got the idea that one post a day does the trick and that's not often enough for a lot of people.
ReplyDeleteJust beautiful Willow. So true that snow covers a multitude of 'sins'!!
ReplyDeleteHello Willow,
ReplyDeleteWell, I'm glad this posted early because it may just persuade you to write another! Your words create images of peacefulness and gratitude.
I sure love this photo! Black and white makes it 'perfect'!
ReplyDeleteDi
The Blue Ridge Gal
Oh, you lucky creature of winter! You have snow. At last, hooray. And that first line points at a season of atonement:
ReplyDelete'Nature's tidying
up again,
with her blanket
of soft forgiveness.'
Many thanks.
Greetings from London.
That's beautiful Madame Willow!! LOVE,LOVE, LOVE, that header!!! :)
ReplyDeletei love this one.
ReplyDeleteyou are brilliant.
xx
First class poem Willow, thank you for sharing it. Sorry I have not been by for ages, lots of catching up to do. I so love your blog.
ReplyDeleteHope and purity keep on appearing..reminding us what we wish for..lovely poem..thank you..
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Willow!Really beautiful!
ReplyDeleteI only wish we would receive some forgiveness instead of the tears of rain. Wonderful post and picture.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! Daaaling....you must get these published so we all can enjoy them all..and also your photoshot talent too.... please come over to my blog and see the picture... I love it! My friend from AZ sent it to me. It is snowing and blowing over here in Hoosier Land.
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Love snow on the tongue. This is something I still like to do. Great poem.
ReplyDeleteGreat photo to accompany your wonderful poem, Willow. When the snow first hits, it's so ethereal and just exquisite. It's only after it turns to slush that I'm not so thrilled with it!
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely lovely... one of my favorite Willow poems thus far! My boys keep asking when we'll have snow... hmmm, maybe in another 10 years!
ReplyDeleteOh, I love that communion and sacraments reference. This one is just soooo good!
ReplyDeleteLove the picture....and the poem..
ReplyDeleteOh my, this is beautiful, Willow...This feels so very spiritual to me.
ReplyDeleteWhen are you going to compile these into a book?
Wow you really got a load of snow. Great photo . And love the pom. Snow always makes me feel clean and the color white is soothing to the soul
ReplyDeleteI am sitting here...speechless....again..you are amazing..what a talent....
ReplyDeleteSo very beautiful...
thanks for sharing it with us....
Kary
xxx
Willow, this is just wonderful! I love the religious imagery as it is so fitting for this pure white garment of snow.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed this poem. Seems this storm has left a swathe of snow from Arizona up and across the US. We are only feeling the cold. Oh, how I loved snow days long ago.
ReplyDeleteWillow...how sweet... and there is so much HOPE and PEACE when flaws are hidden if only for ONE night!
ReplyDeleteIt went south of lake Ontario and North of Lake Huron.
ReplyDeleteWe had mostly rain. There is still no snow here. Yours looks wonderful and your poem celebrates the event expressively. I like your comparisons to "white" and that snow becomes "the sacraments of winter."
Good mix of text and image!
ReplyDeletewhen are you going to update your "what's happening" side bar, btw? I like to check in and see how my blog friends are doing! :)
ReplyDeleteGorgeous imagery...and the woman sticking her tongue out for a snow flake--- something I might do. Happy TT.
ReplyDeleteSending you great gratitude for this, Willow. Pure joy!
ReplyDeleteWillow, I am mesmorized by your incredible writing skills. You capture the reader's attention from the very start and nail it in the end as well. This is so beautifully written. I could not have thought of a better description of snow. I'm going to guess that you are are beautiful inside as your writing.
ReplyDeleteHappy TT.
you packed a lot into a few words...wow! You have the soul of a poet, and didn't know it. Happy TT
ReplyDeleteA very lovely image...
ReplyDeleteI'm really loving that snowy willow pic!
This is perfect, beautiful. Damn you are good!
ReplyDeleteHey, NitWit, the header picture is one I took last February. It is snowing now, just a tad, and has collected in little pockets around the drive. I've got my fingers crossed!
ReplyDeleteWell, Mr. Mmm, actually nothing has changed in my sidebar events. We're still eating the huge pork roast I made, and I've been listening to my von Otter Christmas album all week. Gotta love those leftovers!
ReplyDeleteLooks like your reading public approves. I told you they would if you would just put the work out there. I may post a couple of winter poems over the next couple of days. You could trim down the number of commenters if you would just post something political. Pappy
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem and how I would love some snow. It does not feel like the holidays around here ever. The rest of the country is drinking hot chocolate and we are drinking lemonade. We had a record heat yesterday of 87 degrees. Ugh.
ReplyDeleteA very different take from mine, and it is much appreciated! You might be able to convince me a little that snow is not as melancholy as I always feel it to be...
ReplyDeletePure loveliness, your page has a quiet, cozy snowy feel today.
Very "cool" post on an equally "cool" subject!
ReplyDeleteWillow - love the photo over to the right of the snow-covered tree in a field. There is something magical about it. It's really breath-taking. Loved the poem, too, btw. :)
ReplyDeleteThe first line is just beautiful. Lovely poem, Willow. Happy TT!
ReplyDeleteThe trouble is, willow, that she then untidies it all by melting it into slush. Love the poem.
ReplyDelete"Flaws are hidden" Great line and so true.
ReplyDeleteOk, excused then! Well, at least it;s good leftovers--far beats mac and cheese or something else equally horrid
ReplyDeleteThank you, gentle readers, for your lovely and generous comments. You're the best, dear ones. ~xx
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Words Willow.
ReplyDeleteWonderful post. Thank you for sharing it
ReplyDelete"Flaws are hidden" isn't that just the charm of snow. Everything looks so pristine, like an untrodden beach. Lovely imagery.
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