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Toll Ye Church Bell ~ Poetry Thursday
March 8, 2007
Snowy Cathedral ~ Canon 30d
Full knee-deep lies the winter snow,
And the winter winds are wearily sighing:
Toll ye the church bell sad and slow,
And tread softly and speak low,
For the old year lies a-dying.
Old year you must not die;
You came to us so readily,
You lived with us so steadily,
Old year you shall not die.
~ Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Death of the Old Year
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Posted by susan at March 8, 2007 12:00 AM
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To stand in the cold
with the chill, blowing snow
Blinded to that; focused on only
the seeing beyond
and the filters between
The lone lady
now white, now cold
holds her thoughts
holds her focus
on the tower above
Her soul drives her mind
her mind directs her eyes
her eyes, her fingers
her fingers, the capture
and the tower is forever
The forever tower
in it's mantle of white
through the filter of white
and a diluted glow
is hers, now ours...
Thank you, Susan
Posted by: dan at March 8, 2007 12:55 AM
What a beautiful photo for a CHristmas card...
Posted by: Crafty Green Poet at March 9, 2007 6:57 AM
Yes! That is what I thought; a beautiful Christmas card.
Reminds me of snowy Christmas services at the cathedral. Just lovely.
Poem is so thoughtful.
Posted by: janet at March 9, 2007 12:01 PM
Wow- what a picture- it's so surreal! Just beautiful with the poem too!
Posted by: Regina Clare Jane at March 9, 2007 10:08 PM
It may sound crazy - but I wish I could walk out of this "perfect" So. California weather and into this beautiful chilly picture for a while. Of course, I will run and put on my long johns first!
Posted by: Kimberley McGill at March 10, 2007 7:23 AM
Gorgeous. . .almost other worldly! Really just a beautiful - beautiful piece.
Posted by: Tiffini Elektra X at March 16, 2007 10:30 AM
