winter
lunch time, and the view out my office window is bleak. steel grey skies threatening to snow. a monochromatic study in un-colors. it's been unseasonally mild here in Waynorth. we had the requisite cold snap as winter settled, but the snow has long since melted with the unexpected chinooks. it's so dark for so long here, we need the snow in winter. what little light we get can bounce around a bit then. driving in the black hole of a snowless, moonless, starless winter's night is like falling off the face of the earth. nothing but darkness in every direction... no clue there's a whole world out there somewhere. it's a very lonely thing. i hate the cold, but the snow is welcome. it chases back the darkness that, by the 21st of December will come in mid afternoon and stay till late morning.
queen winter is a very elegant lady, all clad in white furs, diamonds and pearls. they set off her dark hair and eyes the color of northern midnight skies. she dresses to impress, and she accomplishes her purpose. at times her beauty takes our breath away. but her heart is as cold as her touch, and she's ruthless. merciless. her caress can maim and kill. she never leaves when she's worn out her welcome, which is brief. she leaves when SHE is ready to, with no consideration to the convenience or wellbeing of her hosts.
today, she's in a mild mood; she's settling her long, white lace skirts gently on the land, brushing it softly with her silken, deadly touch. making herself comfortable, because she's only just arrived, really, and she won't be leaving soon. she'll deceive us into beleiving she's a benevolent monarch, tempting us out onto the fields and hills and frozen ponds to sport with her. and perhaps she will be benevolent... this time.
but i don't trust her.
queen winter is a very elegant lady, all clad in white furs, diamonds and pearls. they set off her dark hair and eyes the color of northern midnight skies. she dresses to impress, and she accomplishes her purpose. at times her beauty takes our breath away. but her heart is as cold as her touch, and she's ruthless. merciless. her caress can maim and kill. she never leaves when she's worn out her welcome, which is brief. she leaves when SHE is ready to, with no consideration to the convenience or wellbeing of her hosts.
today, she's in a mild mood; she's settling her long, white lace skirts gently on the land, brushing it softly with her silken, deadly touch. making herself comfortable, because she's only just arrived, really, and she won't be leaving soon. she'll deceive us into beleiving she's a benevolent monarch, tempting us out onto the fields and hills and frozen ponds to sport with her. and perhaps she will be benevolent... this time.
but i don't trust her.
posted by grannyfiddler at 11:49 AM
4 Comments:
I live in a place with longer days, even in winter. I like it - yet: it doesn't feel quite right. Not in December. As for snow.. hope it comes. Unknown here, but funnily enough 'Nieves' -snow - is favourite name here. Represents unknown longing perhaps, Not surprisingly when the real thing is described as beautifully as you describe it.
The north wind returned yesterday and spiffed us up with a fresh coat of snow. That "chinook" was really something, wasn't it? Looks like it won't be a brown Christmas after all, but Chive is somewhat conflicted about that...
perhaps Chive's feelings will be less mixed when he's swathed in the blessed gift of the worm, awaiting him under the Christmas tree... Honey and silk, both from the mouths of bugs, both exquisite! who says God doesn't have a sense of humor?
Hmmm... That really sums up feelings accurately re: Madame Winter! To love and fear her at the same time. Just happened to stumble across your blog today, not sure that you'll see this.
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