
I forgive the winter darkness
that carries deep within
the unspoken promise
of the electricity of spring.
Every dancing snowflake,
each frost-muted twig,
stows trickles of bird song,
brightly budding sprigs
of snowdrops, bluebells, cowslips
and wood anemones,
and bursts of fragrant blossom
in hedgerows and trees.
Kim M. Russell, 23rd October 2019
My response to Poets United Midweek Motif: Forgiveness
Sumana brings us forgiveness as this midweek’s motif. She says ‘sorry is the best word to earn happiness and peace if we are the wrong doer’, but what if we’re the victim? She has shared quotes from Oscar Wilde and Sue Monk Kidd, as well as poems by Emily Dickinson, e.e.cummings, Wendell Berry and Margaret Atwood.
How lovely to forgive like this!! Beautiful.
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Thank you, Sumana!
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Kim,
A beautiful poem, that really sums up my feelings about autumn and winter. While I personaly lament the passing of the longer and brighter days, it has to be said, that the seasons all bring their own comfort:)
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Thank you, Eileen.
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It gets harder, every early winter, to foresee the Spring, forgive the snow…
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We had ice in the windscreens this week. It’s on its way.
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beautiful
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Thank you!
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most welcome
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This poem glows and sparkles with so much light
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Thank you, Jae.
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I really like idea of forgiving winter because why not? It does only momentarily conceal the promise and wonder that will follow in Spring.
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Thanks Phillip.
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Ah! But would we forgive it without its promise of spring? A most beautiful poem!
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Thank you, Susan!
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The only way to survive winter. (K)
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We had our second really cold morning today. The previous one was so cold there was ice on the windscreen.
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We are not there yet, thankfully.
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What a wonderful poem, I love the bit about stowing away “trickles of bird song”…..
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Thank you so much for your kind comment.
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I can forgive winter with its snow, it is the summer with its extreme heat that I have trouble forgiving. I love the trickles of birdsong and the muted branches though. Winter is truly coming, we sit inside and contemplate our forgivenss.
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I’m the same, Toni.
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So beautiful, the promise of spring in wintertime.
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Thank you, Sherry.
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Luv your bright aspect of forgiveness, its the place my wounded spirit needs to be right now
Much💞love
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Thank you, Gillena, and much to you. I hope your wounded spirit heals soon.
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I was always happy to forgive the winter its coldness when I realised it was time to sleep for lots of living things. As for the trees it was a bit like spending winter for them in a nudist camp..
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I like to think of winter as Nature’s health spa, a chance to reboot.
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the winter frost… stowing spring – love that.
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Thanks Margaret.
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Every season is the precursor of better things – that is such a wonderful thot to hold on to!
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😊
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