An chéad chith…
First of the snow showers about to swallow the Sleeping Giant.#Blaskets #WestKerry #AnFearMarbh pic.twitter.com/aoz1ieWI9f
— Seán Mac an tSíthigh (@Buailtin) February 27, 2018
Tale as old as time.
County Kerry this evening.
Meanwhile…
Tonight..
Ranelagh, Dublin 6
Via Maria Feely
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For poetry fans, nicked off twitter:
Dust of Snow by Robert Frost
The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued
lovely
very atmospheric
Nice, thanks for sharing :)
Ah gwan Nigel. I love Robert Frost’s poetry. It holds a special place in my heart.
In keeping with the theme of the eve, here’s Snow by Walter de la Mare.
No breath of wind,
No gleam of sun –
Still the white snow
Whirls softly down
Twig and bough
And blade and thorn
All in an icy
Quiet, forlorn.
Whispering, rustling,
Through the air
On still and stone,
Roof, – everywhere,
It heaps its powdery
Crystal flakes,
Of every tree
A mountain makes;
‘Til pale and faint
At shut of day
Stoops from the West
One wint’ry ray,
And, feathered in fire
Where ghosts the moon,
A robin shrills
His lonely tune.
“‘Is there anybody there?’ said the Traveller”….
That was one of his wasn’t it? :)
Yes. It’s called ‘The Listeners’.
A great poem. Creepy and dramatic and evocative in a very lovely way.
“Creepy and dramatic and evocative in a very lovely way.”
Eh, that’s on my business card….
Good snow poetry gets across that magical still feeling like that
Lovely, ta Mil.
Thanks Milly, thanks Nigel.
Cool pic
I made myself a snowball
as perfect as could be
I thought I’d keep it as a pet
and let it sleep with me
I made it some pyjamas
and a pillow it’s wee head
Then last night it ran away
But first it wet the bed
Are you distantly related to Seamus Heaney by any chance?
bout spitin distance
chews hay thoughtfully
Called it.
Hah!
+1 :)