Boy, February is beating the heck outa me. Work is slow, I hate the cold and the snow. We've all been sick and I have a cough that just wont quit. Tonight I'm trying to bust out of my funk. I'm cooking Tuscan Chicken, peasant food at its best. I'm drinking a little wine, past sunshine caught by the grape and stored in a bottle. I hope that you, my northern hemisphere crew, are hanging in there. Spring is just around the corner, fellow children of the light. Days will become longer the warmth will return.
The Solace of Snow
The snow has fallen, it covers both king's barrow and peasant's grave.
All stains of sadness lie hidden beneath. From pain, our hearts it does save.
A white illusion of newness, of purity, gives hope, an escape from the past.
It insulates us from bitter, troubling reminders that happiness will never last.
Flowers and earth, and sprouts of green, the Spring brings life to the land.
I say keep the snow covering all, It is sadness that the Spring has planned.
This is the mood that February brings, melancholy through lack of light.
This is the mood that February brings, melancholy through lack of light.
our limbs seem like lead and we cannot move, inaction is our plight.
Keep the path and plod along, know that what you're doing is good.
Spring will come whether we wish or not, it will elevate our mood.
Sadness comes I know not why, it seems like it has no reason.
Sadness will past in three months or so, just like any season.
Sadness will past in three months or so, just like any season.
4 comments:
did you write this poem?
it's sad but very good.
your tuscan chicken meal looks hearty and delicious. i hope you are all feeling well again soon. it's tough to be sick and cooped up. i've managed to stay well this winter, but i do feel i have a slight sinus infection since last night.
good to see you blog again. your posts are missed.
did you see my snow poem? it was short, but it rhymed and everything. and it was about snow. just like i said it would be. :)
but not nearly as eloquent as yours.
Hi Peter good to have you back in blogland. Great post, only to sad you've all been sick. Yep we also are done with the weather. I long for spring desperately, blossom on the trees, sunshine on my face and be able to walk out the door just like that no worries about all the layers.
I might try this recepy one day. I have one that's very similair just without the beans.
Love the poem, and keep that glass of wine high in the air to celibrate life, it's to short not to.
Bye Dagmar
Hi Peter, good to hear from you again. SOrry to hear you've been sick, I've got the cough that won't quit too.
I really really like that poem...did you write it? Its melanchonliness is striking (if that's even a wordd!)
Beautiful poem, Peter. It's good to hear from you again. Can I come eat at your house—it looks SO delicious!
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