Winter: A Dirge – Poem and Photo

It seems right to have a Winter poem here tonight to accompany this photo that my friend, David Brosch took. The arctic winds have been strong here in Baltimore and the nip is nigh in the air tonight. Not weather for the weak and vulnerable. Here’s to the test of winter.

Late December, Sperryville, VA by David Brosch (copyrighted)

Winter: A Dirge

Robert Burns (1781)

The wintry west extends his blast,
And hail and rain does blaw;
Or the stormy north sends driving forth
The blinding sleet and snaw:
While, tumbling brown, the burn comes down,
And roars frae bank to brae;
And bird and beast in covert rest,
And pass the heartless day.

“The sweeping blast, the sky o’ercast,”
The joyless winter day
Let others fear, to me more dear
Than all the pride of May:
The tempest’s howl, it soothes my soul,
My griefs it seems to join;
The leafless trees my fancy please,
Their fate resembles mine!

Thou Power Supreme, whose mighty scheme
These woes of mine fulfil,
Here firm I rest; they must be best,
Because they are Thy will!
Then all I want—O do Thou grant
This one request of mine!—
Since to enjoy Thou dost deny,
Assist me to resign.

About Mare Cromwell

Referred to as “The Voice of Earth Mother” by a gifted Shoshone elder, Mare Cromwell is a multi-award-winning author, Medicine woman/Lightworker and healer. She has also been told by another gifted elder that her work with Earth Mother is in the prophecies. Her books include: "The Great Mother Bible"; "Messages from Mother.... Earth Mother"; and "If I gave you God’s phone number.... Searching for Spirituality in America". She has studied with Native American teachers for twenty-one years and sat on the World Council for Wisdom Gatherings for three years. Mare leads workshops on our Sacred Planet-Earth Mother, Womb Wisdom and Sacred Silliness and more. She is the visionary and producer of the 1000 Goddesses Gathering in Washington DC. Mare loves to be involved in Ceremony. She is also a former worm herder. She calls Western Maryland home. www.marecromwell.com
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2 Responses to Winter: A Dirge – Poem and Photo

  1. ps. is ‘snaw’ the past tense of snow? I saw a lot of snaw yesterday. As opposed to I see a lot of snow today. :~)

  2. Matthew Kriner says:

    Oh jesus you’ll not belief this. My mindless puppy simply farted on my leg!? I mean what is the matter with that!? I nourish this thing and I receive this in return. I still can not really belief that. Anyway, you have got a number of interesting information there in your posting. I knew Google could take me to some interesting stuff today :). O . k . have to hunt that animal now! Have a great evening you all!

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