Livid bruised the clouds in glowering ferment,
of purple grey , of black and brown.
Gilded highlights hint the obscured glory,
Silent tumulus , all stones cast down.
So seeming Nature here conspiring
Reveal a face of God she gives not leave.
Yet pierced by beams of lambent beauty,
Divinity’s bar code I perceive.
Wonderful words from my friend the poet D.E. Siddons inspired by the Peak District seem to fit perfectly. Billy Bye’s video of the day is below.
January comes to an end . Snow and ice .Crisp cold days . Time for quiet meditations and preparing for the coming warmth. I share my birthday with St Brighid the Celtic Fire Goddess .She is the keeper of the Sacred Fire and presides over the poet and the artist and her attributes are intuition and inspiration. As the days lengthen and the light and warmth return the Spirit stirs from resting in the winter depths . I have used January for photography and sketchbook work and thinking through forthcoming exhibitions planned for April , May and June . Exciting times approaching !