Winter
Winter Time A Poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
Late lies the wintry sun a-bed,
A frosty, fiery sleepy-head;
links but an hour or two; and then,
A blood-red orange, sets again.
Before the stars have left the skies,
At morning in the dark I rise;
And shivering in my nakedness,
By the cold candle, bathe and dress.
Close by the jolly fire I sit to warm my frozen bones a bit;
Or with a reindeer-sled, explore the colder countries round the door.
When to go out, my nurse doth wrap me in my comforter and cap;
The cold wind burns my face, and blows its frosty pepper up my nose.
Black are my steps on silver sod;
Thick blows my frosty breath abroad;
And tree and house, and hill and lake, are frosted like a wedding cake.
Relax and go with the flow.Video by Tom Guilmette.
Fantastic journey through Asia. Nice musical accompaniment by Four Tet.Great job overall by the talented Robin Cantrell.
So much hope, so much to look forward to in bringing more light into this world with a new baby. This video is for my daughter who’s expecting her first baby and whom I referenced in an earlier post Dealing With It
Duet from Robin Cantrell on Vimeo.
