Nearer to Spring

"I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December
A magical thing
And sweet to remember.

'We are nearer to Spring
Than we were in September,'
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December."

- Oliver Herford, I Heard a Bird Sing

(Felt candle holder-or "Felt Fire Hazard" as Keith refers to it--pattern, and poem found here.)


the Joneses said...

I love the poem. When I was growing up, though, poems like that puzzled me very much. I lived in South Mississippi. We had birds ALL YEAR LONG. So what if you heard a bird in December? It was probably enjoying the sixty-degree weather we had that day.

You won't believe how bewildered I was about "the first robin of spring." How did you know which one was the first one?

Now that I live farther North, I understand a little bit better. Ask me if I want to go any more north. Just ask me.

-- SJ

gretchen said...

I love the poem: so full of quiet hope. Ahhh. And the photo is really, really good. Your ideas and your eyes astound me: as far as I'm concerned, your talent is just another reflection of the greatness of the Creator.

Felt fire hazards indeed! Well, he does have a point...

: )

Liane said...

Gretchen..thank you! I really did make the candle holder a little too tall, think I'll try again sometime.

Sara-would you like to move further north?