The trees begin their sleep
Drowsing as the lifeblood sap
Returns to rest in heartwood
For the Spring
The hush of snowfall
Crystal air, anticipation
Scanning leaden clouds
At last the feathered flakes arrive
A whirling dance
Against a leaden sky.
This week I have been reflecting upon winters past and present.
I loved my time in the Blue Mountains – the light snowfalls, eagerly awaited, and the cold, clean air.
Sydney’s winters are gentler, especially where I live near the coast. Alas, there is no snow, but many pleasures remain the same.
Bracing walks are perfumed with the warming scent of wood-smoke
and silhouettes of naked trees embroider chill blue skies.
In autumn, I began composing a suite of seasonal pieces. Winter Reverie, combining photography, poetry and music, is a celebration of the fallow times as we approach the Solstice.
May this season bring you rest and the promise of renewal, as the world turns slowly back to warmth.