Kept by ourselves in silence and apart;
The secret anniversaries of the heart.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
This week, I wanted to do something with a light theme for Heidi, but I was a bit stumped.
I found this winter/spring poem from Myths of the Norsemen by H.A. Guerber. The book is from 1909, but the myth is circa 50 B.C.:
“Out of the morning land,
Over the snowdrifts,
Beautiful Freya came
Tripping to Scoring.
White were the moorlands,
And frozen before her;
Green were the moorlands,
And blooming behind her.
Out of her gold locks
Shaking the spring flowers,
Out of her garments
Shaking the south wind,
Around in the birches
Awaking the throstles,
And making chaste housewives all
Long for their heroes home,
Loving and love-giving,
Came she to Scoring.”
By the way, a "throstle" is a thrush songbird. I had to look it up :-)
If you'd like more winter/holiday posts, visit The Opposite of Indifference Winter/Holiday Collection.
Robyn Hood Black and I swapped poems and gifts for our winter poem swap. I dearly loved the goodies she gave me and will talk about them next week. She has my poem for her up this week.
Heidi is our Poetry Friday host today.