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Feather's Miscellany: Freezing Fog On Lyth Hill

John Waddington-Feather's poem highlights a reason for great hope in a cold season.

Freezing fog! Cold as a shroud!
And the hedges and the holly
stained white with frost
along the windward side;
each spider’s web rimed
strand by strand.

I wrap my scarf across my mouth,
but still the winter pinches hard
my nose and cheeks.

Mist blankets the fields,
deadens the thrum of traffic
on the road below –
life unseen, unheard;
birds unsung and gone to ground.

Life could hardly be more dead,
and yet…and yet the warmth
of this joyful Epiphany and New Year
fuels mankind with joy;
rejoices in the coming of our Lord,
knowing that the Christ Child
brings hope, and life for all the world.


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