Bleak beauty

The Christmas and New Year festivities have finished.  I feel a bit sad that the warm, bright times have passed.  We are still keeping warm and brightly lit against the dark and cold, but that extra feeling of  celebration has gone by.


The Christmas holidays were very lovely this year.  Steve and I hardly left the house and didn’t socialise at all for about a fortnight.  In the UK, the country pretty much shuts down during the week between Christmas and New Year.   Now, the familiar routine of work, exercise, drawing class is getting underway again.

My thrice weekly walk to the gym is especially beautiful during this stark time of the year.  I love the patterns of twigs and tree branches against the bare winter landscape.  Just the other day, I remembered that the next seasonal, countryside happening to look forward too will be snowdrops and primroses appearing in the woods and bases of the hedgerows.  But I don’t want to wish away this quiet beauty just yet.



On the day of the Winter Solstice, the clouds looked like angel wings.



Moon held in a net of switches


Taking flight

Clouds caught on the ends of hedgerow shoots


The weather has been windy and very wild, with storm after storm pounding in from the Atlantic.  It turned very cold at the end of last week.  Friday morning woke us with hail pelting against the bedroom window.  The winter tree out back was framed in ice.


One of my favourite Christmas carols is set to a poem by Christina Rossetti.  In the Bleak Midwinter was written in 1872 and published after her death, in 1904.  This is such a beautiful drawing of her by her brother Dante Gabriel Rossetti.  You can click on it to see a bigger version.

Christina Rossetti

Portrait of Christina Rossetti by Dante Gabriel Rossetti,
1866, coloured chalk on paper

In the Bleak Midwinter

In the bleak mid-winter
Frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron,
Water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow,
Snow on snow,
In the bleak mid-winter
Long ago.

Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him
Nor earth sustain;
Heaven and earth shall flee away
When He comes to reign:
In the bleak mid-winter
A stable-place sufficed
The Lord God Almighty,
Jesus Christ.

Enough for Him, whom cherubim
Worship night and day,
A breastful of milk,
And a mangerful of hay;
Enough for Him, whom angels
Fall down before,
The ox and ass and camel
Which adore.

Angels and archangels
May have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim
Thronged the air –
But only His mother
In her maiden bliss
Worshipped the Beloved
With a kiss.

What can I give Him,
Poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd
I would bring a lamb;
If I were a wise man
I would do my part;
Yet what I can, I give Him –
Give my heart.

The poem became a Christmas carol after it appeared in The English Hymnal in 1906 with a setting by Gustav Holst.  Here is one of my favourite versions, sung by Pierce Pettis.


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