Tuesday, December 23, 2014


A Winter Blue Jay

Sara Teasdale1884 - 1933
Crisply the bright snow whispered,
Crunching beneath our feet;
Behind us as we walked along the parkway,
Our shadows danced,
Fantastic shapes in vivid blue.
Across the lake the skaters
Flew to and fro,
With sharp turns weaving
A frail invisible net.
In ecstasy the earth
Drank the silver sunlight;
In ecstasy the skaters
Drank the wine of speed;
In ecstasy we laughed
Drinking the wine of love.
Had not the music of our joy
Sounded its highest note?
But no,
For suddenly, with lifted eyes you said,
“Oh look!”
There, on the black bough of a snow flecked maple,
Fearless and gay as our love,
A bluejay cocked his crest!
Oh who can tell the range of joy
Or set the bounds of beauty?

And I must be getting better, because I got a small sketch in my birdsketch book.  Using graphite and the blue Prismacolor Col-Erase pencil.


Mick Carney said...

Lovely poem and the perfect accompaniment to a super sketch.

Carol Flatt said...

Ahhh...Sara Teasdale! Wonderful poem and a delightful bluejay! Evokes good memories!

Lisa Le Quelenec said...

So glad that you are feeling a bit better in time for the holidays. Wishing you and your family a very happy holidays and a happy, healthy and successful 2015.

Much love x

RH Carpenter said...

Thank you so much, Mick, it's always good to hear from you. A very Happy 2015 to you and your family!!

Carol, thanks so much! Happy 2015 to you and your family :)

Lisa, hope you, too, are having a good holiday season and that 2015 brings you many sweet surprises!