Friday, 1 January 2010


(for Rosalie)

A new year has begun: soon catkins' tails
Will swing on leafless twigs; then pink and white
Mayflowers will dust the hedgerows; then the trails
Of Traveller's Joy will drink the summer's light:
But as the autumn comes we will be cheered
By hazel nuts and shiny crimson haws;
Eventually silk fluff called Old Man's Beard
Will wait to grace the cheeks of Santa Claus!

And you will change as well from day to day:
New growth, new dreams, new life, new things to know
Till in a year's time, in God's will, you say
It's been a happy year in which to grow.

Our work will all have been a good pursuit
If from the year Christ gains from us some fruit.

She's not so keen on natural history now!

1 comment:

  1. ah! perfect!..with the lord at the start of the year and then at the start of each new day, how can we ever go wrong david?
    it seems to me that you love all the seasons.
    i guess i do too but as i get older and older, i seem to really dislike winter and the snow and cold and i always look forward to dec 21st..when after we have the shortest day of the year, then the days will be getting longer!
    ...from terry


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