HAPPY INKTOBER DAY 2 EVERYBODY! TOMORROW IS MY BIRTHDAY!
HAPPY INKTOBER DAY 2 EVERYBODY! TOMORROW IS MY BIRTHDAY!
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
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.
For the last two days I have posted later in the day, not the morning like I usually do because I have been busy with my son. It is the October half term, I am still getting over what was now discovered to be a mild case of pneumonia, and thankfully they caught it with strong drugs on time. I luckily had a doctor with the savvy to take a swab from me, something that’s getting rarer these days – intelligent and compassionate doctors.
I never heard of pneumonia of the ear, but it explains why my infection has lasted a solid 5 weeks this time around.
Anyway, I have tried to work hard and make various posts for scheduled posting to stick to my promise of a post a day, but for some reason or other the posts I have chosen to write aren’t time compatible. I have been thinking about Christmas and New Year a lot, so a lot of the poetry and discussions I’ve written are schedule for 6 to 9 weeks’ time.
In those discussions I’ve spoken about how I feel about various festive traditions and songs, such as “Marshmallow World” by Bing Crosby and “Susie Snowflake” and the idea of the Krampas etc.
I don’t know why my mind is set in mid-winter but I find it very enchanting, however, it is not time compatible just yet.
Stick with me
You can fly away from here
In your dreams you will soar
I can’t speak of the things you’ll learn to know
But all you need to know is it will be wonderful
Like snow, a miracle
A dream comes true
But like snow it will soon fade away
But you’ll dream another day
In some place, in some way
Dreams will come again
And each time they do
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
A myriad of icicles are covering this vast landscape
Soft blankets of snow mask the earth
People shut themselves away in weather like this
Huddling around their hearths
They miss out on the billions of snowflakes that fall
They deny themselves the beauty of it all
The elegance which nature has portrayed gets forgotten
As people sit around saying “isn’t this weather rotten”?
Yet ask a child if it is so, ask if they hate this rotten snow
No they’ll cry, for us its fun, come look at our snowman everyone!
They’ll run around and play snow fights all day
And each and everyone one of them happy and gay
Whilst we gulp great mouthfuls of hot tea
Watching onwards in envy of our memories
Oh, snow, this song is for you
You are beautiful and astute
There are seasons in my heart the world has not yet known
A season of rain and a season of sunshine and a season of snow
Different to spring, summer and winter
These are my fluxes of emotion
Though it may sound overblown
But each day you can’t tell, which season I am in
Let’s just hope it’s a sunny one and let’s hope fun begins
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
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