One Cup of Christmas
For now, I guess a Cup will do. Trying to get into the season, but it just doesn’t seem like it should be here yet. Until this week, the weather has been more fall like than winter like (which is ok with me).
Think not that they are barren now of growth,
That beauty flowers no longer from their seed;
These borders, ghosts of bloom, still have a need
To clothe themselves in loveliness; how loath
They are to eat of winter’s bitter feed!
The blossoms and the scented rain have both
Passed on, and left a faded overgrowth
For winter winds to shatter without heed.
But gardens find a way to bloom again;
They know that flowers are never out of season
As winter gives them loveliness to show;
Stark branches, petal-etched by frost, and then
Across these borders, without thought or reason,
A thousand starry flowers of shadowed snow. ~Jane Morrison
from “The Home Garden” magazine, December 1948, purchased at Thistle.