Season’s Greetings fae 60N
圣诞快乐 (shèng dàn kuài lè)
heri la Krismasi
С Рождеством Хрисовым (S Rojdesvom Khristovym)
Noela we pîroz be
I love to peep through my window before sunrise.
Sometimes dawn taints itself in blue, indigo, titanium or black… At other times, Venus retires without a sight… Or our great sky reflects the mood of some angry horned deity.
Today was just something special.
Last night I hoped for a blue dawn… Well, angels granted my heart such wish!
Our crystal clear celestial vault offered first-class view of some starry sky gradually switching itself off – but, then, N by NW, before 7 a.m., I saw “yin & yang”, as our Cold Moon absorbed all sunrises and sunsets! Clad in the shadow of our world, our familiar satellite friend eclipsed itself in cabaret style!
Full lunar eclipse coinciding with Solstice Day, such spectacle leaves hearts speechless.
I love that blend of tainted hues inside our world. Behind 19th century windows from the second floor, honey preceeds pink on snowflakes. George Peterson’s poem entitled Contrasts deals with snaa (snow). Second Year pupils explore a peerie grain o dialect, as they re-draft their own version.
“Hello Earth, hello Earth…” e-resonated for the first time on blogger.com just over twelve months ago, as I still remember friend & poet Norman Bissell encouraging my heart to start blogging in the name of geopoetics!
Norrie, I dedicate this entry to you, dear friend!
Just over twelve months ago, I began to make friends and let poetics fill pages, animate many kindred spirits and embrace readership from the whole world.
Reader, dear friend, I also dedicate this entry to you!
Wherever you breathe and walk on the planet, may you keep enjoying those boreal flutters. They emanate from a tiny group of islands lost in blasts of arctic blizzards (as I type!) I call home with pride & joy.
Today’s walk takes us all
Lerwick is a beehive whatever the season.
As light came back in mid-morning, I discovered a strange ballet signed inside snow. Our feathered friends came to our door. …They might have peeped through the catflap for a quick look or check us out.
They might have looked for their breakfast.
…Might not need them until next week!
In the meantime, I shall leave you with the sunset…
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