Friday, February 02, 2018

A February Morn



I always enjoy looking through old magazines, and old New Hampshire Troubadours, of which I have a small collection, are some of my favorites.  This poem is one that I found in the February 1948 issue. 

A February Morn
by Grace Wight Buckle

Diamond drops among the pines,
Fragile, fleeting things;
Catching color that outshines
Man-made polishings.

Patter of the melting snow
From bent branches sped;
Gentle showers falling, though 
Blue skies glow o'erhead.

Color crystaled in the green; 
Bird-song, winter-born;
Shadows reach on earth's white sheen -- 
A February morn!

Beautiful, I thought.  So descriptive of a morning in February.


14 comments:

  1. Yes, some February morns, not necessarily this one, This one is more like bleak mid-winter and snow upon snow not to memtions the gray of it all.

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  2. It started out snowing and blowing here this morning, but the sun is coming out now (around 9 am) and we have blue skies. Hopefully it's coming your way.

    I actually scheduled this post many months ago ... had come across the poem and wanted to be sure it got posted. Of course I would have no idea what February's weather would be like at that point, but I still like the poem.

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    1. Some days I know how to spell mention. Sun? No sun here yet at 10:10, but perhaps it is going to break through at some point, though it’s not looking promising. I still like the poem, too. I am very impressed that you scheduled this post all that time ago!

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    2. Oh, I will do that -- schedule posts far ahead -- when I find something I really want to share at a later date. Otherwise, I just know I will forget!

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  3. Mrs. T, you are truly a New Englander with that hearty soul to get through their winters. And oh the lovely rest of the year you get too.
    The poem is pretty. I love looking at old magazines like that.

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    1. It really does seem like the year is half winter, Sandy. Fall is my favorite, then summer, then winter. Spring is my least favorite as it's so ugly and muddy and brown up here. It is nearly summer before the grass and trees green up and wildflowers and bulbs begin to bloom.

      Yes, I love looking at old magazines too. I am so nostalgic. Life really was nicer back then, I do believe.

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  4. A lovely poem for a cold February morning. It is a cold but sunny day here and apparently Beauregard Lee the Southern Ground Hog is saying six more weeks of winter. I am stitching some spring things so that makes it nice inside.

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  5. A poem very well done! We are enjoying 76 degrees here in Central Florida!

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    1. 76 degrees! Oh my, In a storm today (Tuesday) we have received over a foot of snow. Not fun!

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  6. Beautiful poem and photos! Happy Groundhog's Day!

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    1. Hope you had a nice Groundhog Day also Debby. Yes, I thought the poem was so beautiful. It's worth it to look at old magazines from time to time!

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  7. What a beautiful poem...it is seasonably warm in Portland, Oregon today...almost 60 degrees! I have so enjoyed visiting your blog today and have become your 97th follower! I'll be back ♥

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    1. Thanks for visiting and following, Carrie! I am delighted to see you here and will have to plan a visit to your blog!

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  8. Oh what a beautiful poem! I just love the picture you shared with it too! Yes, we are getting lots of the drippiness going on here, lots of melting snow, and warmer temps, up in the 50s today! Amazing! I am sad about losing the snow, but the prospect of an early spring is nice too :)

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