Out from the silent portal of the hours,
When frosts are come and all the hosts put on.
Their burnished gear to march across the night
And o’er a darkened earth in splendour shine…
Slowly above the world Orion wheels
His glittering square, while on the shadowy hill
And throbbing like a sea-light through the dusk,
Great Sirius rises in his flashing blue.
Lord of the winter night, august and pure,
Returning year on year untouched by time,
To hearten faith with thine unfaltering fire..
There are no hurts that beauty cannot ease,
No ills that love cannot at last repair,
In the victorious progress of the soul…Bliss Carman Verse 2
It is a winter’s tale
That the snow blind twilight ferries over the lakes
And floating fields from the farm in the cup of the vales…Dylan Thomas..
Before the snow comes the omen of the sky in all it’s glory..a silent portal…Watercolour on Arches Not Paper…Ontario, Canada