Traveling into the New Year


During this time of long cold nights I snuggle under my Aunt Lil’s afghan and feel the warmth of the fire, and know we travel towards longer days with light. Dancing snowflakes catch more than just my attention as temperatures plummet to negative numbers. I’d like to share these two poems with you ( both public domain) that have just caught my fancy.  If you’ve interest in further fairy  information, the following website can be helpful.

The Fairy In Winter                 By Walter De La Mare

There was a Fairy – flake of winter –
Who, when the snow came, whispering, Silence,
Sister crystal to crystal sighing,
Making of meadow argent palace,
Night a star-sown solitude,
Cried ‘neath her frozen eaves, “I burn here!”

Wings diaphanous, beating bee-like,
Wand within fingers, locks enspangled,
Icicle foot, lip sharp as scarlet,
She lifted her eyes in her pitch-black hollow –
Green as stalks of weeds in water –
Breathed: stirred.

Rilled from her heart the ichor, coursing,
Flamed and awoke her slumbering magic.
Softlier than moth’s her pinions trembled;
Out into blackness, light-like, she flittered,
Leaving her hollow cold, forsaken.

In air, o’er crystal, rang twangling night-wind.
Bare, rimed pine-woods murmured lament.


The Snow Fairy  by Claude McKay

Throughout the afternoon I watched them there,
Snow-fairies falling, falling from the sky,
Whirling fantastic in the misty air,
Contending fierce for space supremacy.
And they flew down a mightier force at night,
As though in heaven there was revolt and riot,
And they, frail things had taken panic flight
Down to the calm earth seeking peace and quiet.
I went to bed and rose at early dawn
To see them huddled together in a heap,
Each merged into the other upon the lawn,
Worn out by the sharp struggle, fast asleep.
The sun shone brightly on them half the day,
By night they stealthily had stol’n away.

And suddenly my thoughts then turned to you
Who came to me upon a winter’s night,
When snow-sprites round my attic window flew,
Your hair disheveled, eyes aglow with light.
My heart was like the weather when you came,
The wanton winds were blowing loud and long;
But you, with joy and passion all aflame,
You danced and sang a lilting summer song.
I made room for you in my little bed,
Took covers from the closet fresh and warm,
A downful pillow for your scented head,
And lay down with you resting in my arm.
You went with Dawn. You left me ere the day,
The lonely actor of a dreamy play.



As for myself, the fairy lights guide my way home through the wood in the twilight, but in general the Good Folk I meet with are more my size. Truth be told, I haven’t seen them flying, either. Now, there are so many types of faery, and a whole world that is often unseen.  I want to share my acquaintance with these beings I met while in Florida, the family of orchid.


Welcomers at the Gate

I’found that a Florida Winter is very different from a New England winter, even if they do make snow to fall on the Sant Claus. I went to the Maria Selby Botanical Garden in Sarasota and met the acquaintance of these very fine beings, who swept me off my feet.   I know nothing of their names, only that they are quite beautiful. Now I’ll remember that they are part of winter season, in another place.



Allow yourself to be sniffed and smelled

IMG_2011.jpgIMG_1989.jpgIMG_2004.jpgListen, listen, listen to my heart song

IMG_1980.jpgRise new each morning

greet the sun

the warm floor

beneath your feet

each breathe 

that sustains you

the warm cup in your hand.


New Year Blessing  to you

May our waters be protected

May our soil be protected

May all earth’s inhabitants

be safe from harm.


Blessed Be.

About elainereardon

Poet, writer, gardener, herbalist, pottery, painting—bumping into magic, peeking around new corners.
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