Winter is born again, through the tears of spring, the summer rain and the great bloody fall.
Now snowmen can have their ball, their jewels of ice and snowflake
Each year an elegant remake of the old becoming new
In crisp white gowns they gander at the brilliant white fields and lanes
Knowing that each year is different, knowing each year is just the same
The festivities are just starting
What fun there is to be?
Celebrating life’s ending
Celebrating with grand feasts
All the snowmen gather, with their noses of carrot and coal
Dancing on the frozen lake
Dancing with all their soul
And as winter nears its ending, the beginning begins to start
A brand new year is coming
Get ready with all your heart
For the winter’s end is warming
And spring is coming by
To melt the snowmen to heaven
With their jewels of snow and ice
And there you have it
Here it comes
Yes, the New Year has arrived
And the New Year has begun
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Winter is born again, through the tears of spring, the summer rain and the great bloody fall.
I love Christmas for more reasons than just the family time, presents and food. I love Christmas for some of the songs and tunes that are available at yuletide.
Songs that feed the imagination of the fantasy writer and artist such as; “Suzy Snowflake” written by Sid Tepper and Roy C Bennett in the 1950s and sung by Rosemary Clooney. Suzy Snowflake is a little snow fairy that beckons children to go out and play in the snow, though the song isn’t exactly about Christmas per se, snow intrinsically is associated with Christmastime. Though some will argue that Suzy Snowflake is nothing more than just a little girl dressed in a snow white gown, there is a video however that shows otherwise. In the video Suzy taps at the windowpanes of little houses with a magical wand that frosts the panes over. In my opinion, that’s not to the ability of a mere mortal child.
I like to think of Suzy Snowflake as being the female counterpart or wife of Jack Frost, another Christmas/Winter hero.
I am aim to write about a Christmas song at least once a week leading up to Christmas, all of them are secular Christmas songs and could be considered food for the imagination.
Grey stone lay beneath my feet. My feet are cold and bare as the fog gently surrounds me in the frosty night. I look on in the patchy darkness, but my vision is obscured by the fog more and more. I settle myself down upon a rock by the big oak tree and I ponder life and my existence.
I miss you more and more.
Your death has made me hollow and changed me in a way that I don’t understand. People think that I am strange; I certainly have developed strange habits. I don’t take mourning you easily.
People tell me that as time goes by the loss of you will hurt less, or at least I’d learn to cope. But at the moment all I can think of is that it was only last week I saw you last, each day that goes on is more and more torture for me to bear, I can’t imagine not seeing you for a month, a year, a decade, half a century or however long I shall live.
Perhaps my new found madness shall kill me? If not that then the cold will.
The cool crisp air is beckoning winter onwards today
The trees drop their leaves in submission to winter’s king
The flowers fall into humbled curtseys at this king’s presence
And they lay a carpet of white frost for his regal feet
Soon they will bask in his regency sending gifts of crystallized water
The world becomes his treasury laid out for all to see, how marvelous it is to be
The king of winter
Have you ever seen snow upon seashells?
I’ve seen the snow melt as the waves of the sea covered them like a blanket burning the frost
Have you ever wished the sea would ice over?
A diamond path to faraway lands, where the sun shines endlessly on, exhaustively long, but weak
Oh how I would love
A forever winter where night chills the air
A frosty landscape that freezes my hair
It would impassion my heart to see
A carpet of delicate ice confetti crushed beneath me
I dream of frozen seas
I dream of a frozen me
Fragaria, a little red haired fairy likes to live in gardens, particularly rose gardens, particularly in spring. She especially loves attending the spring ball even though she never had a date to go with; she’s always with the shrinking violet fays, the shy retiring fays.
One day, just at the beginning of winter this all changed, or so she thought. A fine young fairy swain zoomed into her life from the snow, or so it seemed.
“Greetings fair maiden” said the white haired gent, taking off his ice capped hat and bowing courteously to her.
She instantly shied away behind a sleeping lilac bush and hoped she would sink into the soil beneath, but she couldn’t, for the ground was frozen solid, so she had to grin and bare this strange newcomer to the garden.
“Hope I didn’t alarm you, there” said the brazen character.
All Fragaria could do was giggle and skip across the garden behind an ash tree.
“Ah, I see, you’d like a game of chase?” asked the stranger.
He quickly ran after her, this frightened Fragaria and she ran across the garden and hid behind flower pots, sleeping rose bushes, garden gnomes and various other objects in order to keep away from this strange, but handsome stalker, but he still wouldn’t quit. Poor Fragaria tried hard to do away with his advances, she quickly hopped over a large rock but tumbled the wrong way and fell into the half frozen pond and went down with an almighty splash into the icy depths.
The young swain leapt in after her and pulled her out after cutting away some of the algae that tied itself around her legs.
He wrapped her up in his rabbit skin coat and carried her off to a little clearing in the ivy where he lit up a small fire for her to warm herself up and dry.
The whole time she never spoke to him, both of them were looking at each other apologetically, Fragaria with shy sideways glances and slowly sipping hot cups of rosehip tea.
“What kind of fay are you”? He eventually asked.
“I was thinking the same of you, but since you asked first, I’m part rose and strawberry fay, strawberry on my father’s side, I’m Fragaria Fraise”. She proudly announced.
“I’m Hail, I’m a winter fairy” He said, as though she should have known that.
From then onwards their meets were regular and Fragaria became ever more attached to this gentleman, her heart grew light and fluffy with the love that started to grow.
She started planning in her head the ball gown she’ll make for the spring ball, she planned it all completely and she began to quiver with excitement, until the day the snow started to melt.
“I have some bad news for you Fragaria”. Hail reluctantly said.
“In the next few days I’ll have to leave this place and I am not sure when I’ll return, I hope you understand?” said Hail, with all sincerity.
Fragaria immediately felt shattered into a million pieces, she found someone to go to the spring ball with, yet now he has to leave and the spring ball is only a month away she thought.
“I’ll come and fetch you late this afternoon; the sun will be in the perfect spot to start melting those long icicles I told you about and I don’t want you to miss a thing”. He said, and he skipped away merrily, unknowing of what he had done to poor Fragaria.
Fragaria ran home to her mother in tears.
“What’s the matter with you dear child?” said Fragaria’s mother.
“Hail said he is leaving me, now I won’t have anyone to go to the ball with” she wailed.
“Hail? You never mentioned Hai… oh no!” stopped her mother suddenly, she knew what a name like Hail meant; she was a fairy of the world, she knew winter fairies came and went like rain, well, during the winter that is and sometimes late spring snow showers bring them back and hail storms in random times of the year, generally a winter fairy was bad news to the likes of other fairy’s in fact all seasonal fairies were:
“I can’t bare the pain mother; I can’t bare it I tell you”, whimpered Fragaria.
“There, there, I know what we can do if you want this pain to stop and if you’re sure he won’t come back to you” said Fragaria’s mother.
“What? What is it? I’ll do anything to stop this hurt”. Fragaria begged.
“Luckily I noticed one in full bloom this morning, where the snow melted a few days ago because it gets a lot of sunlight there by the lawn, well anyway there I found it, a DAFFODIL, all you have to do is go and crawl right in and it will sense your pain and it will set things to rights!” said Fragaria’s mother in excitement.
Fragaria looked up at her mother and without a word dashed tearfully through the garden to where her mother had directed her and climbed up into the daffodil and cried herself to sleep.
Fragaria had the most peculiar dream; she dreamt the flower sprayed perfume at her and told her that to put all her woes behind her and that friendship is immortal.
When she woke up, she felt no more pain, but had sunny memories of Hail and her sharing fun in the snow like happy children.
She went home and had a lovely supper, of nettle soup, followed by spiced beetroot salad, when suddenly there was a knock on the door of their little tree house, Fragaria’s mother opened the door to find a crestfallen Hail standing there.
“Are you Hail?” asked Fragaria’s mother.
“Yes Mrs Fraise, do you know where she is? I was due to meet with her late this afternoon to look at some icicles melting in the sundown and I noticed a fox going under the garden shed and I got worried for her because she didn’t turn up”. He said dolefully.
“Don’t worry about a thing, Fragaria is here with us, eating a lovely beetroot salad, but I thought you should know, she’s been to the daffodil about you.” said Mrs Fraise, warningly.
“Oh no, she thought… oh dear no, then I’ll go there myself presently” he said dejectedly.
Mrs Fraise just stood and nodded.
“That is the best you can do, she’ll never leave the gardens, you know that, it’s in our blood, it’s in all our blood to stay with who we belong, and it’s only fair”. She said.
Hail agreed and went to the daffodil, where he too had memories of friendship and child games in the snow with Fragaria, and every winter there on in, they met up and played in the snow together, never ever falling in love with each other again… but that was for the best, for they both knew they loved their birth right too much to lose and each found love in their own way eventually.
© Tina Cousins 2013
This story was influenced by the poem I wrote earlier called “The magic daffodil”, it is also semi-influenced by a novel I read last month called “The Snow Child” By Eowyn Ivey.
This idea happened completely at random. I wrote a poem, the poem sounded like a story and I sat back all day thinking, wow, this needs to become a short story and there it is, right up there, winking at you, my story.
I feel the story was slap dashed, I don’t think it’s well written. I hoped for it to come across like an old fairy tale, but I am unsure if my voice/style is any good. But anyway, critics are most welcomed to comment.
I am here to hone my skills, not flaunt them… well, partly so.
The flamboyance of winter, the buoyancy of snow, falls through the ether in a wintry glow.
Ice shards a plenty like diamond banners covers all crevices
The white fragile wonder crushed underfoot, freezes my breath and brings to others a quickened death
Some say the world dies when snow arrives, but for me it comes alive, it brings life
For when the snow is gone, freshness of nature comes fully alive!
This is a litany to the snow, my misty, mystic, graceful show
How I watch in wonder to see, all the things that frost can bring
Webs of glass and footprints of birds, an ushered silence is much deserved
For with snow I have reverence and deign, to wait for it to return again.
© Tina Cousins 2013