ART MAY BE RED BUT DOES IT FLY

SAINTS with LIONS

FIRST SIGHTINGS

Of those high clouds, white, golden and vermilion, The armies of her ministering spirits In mighty legions, million after million, They came, each troop emblazoning its merits On meteor flags, and many a proud pavilion Of the intertexture of the atmosphere They pitched upon the plain of the calm mere SHELLEY 1820 Despite the 2nd registering an overnight low of minus two degrees the temperatures remained just above freezing but brought an inch of lying snow to the fields. By the end of the first week with the breeze having shifted from the cold north to a milder south easterly direction, the mercury began to rise. There followed even milder temperatures with overnight lows around seven degrees but with the warmth the atmospherics brought much rain. A couple of frosts on successive mornings were the only dry moments in an otherwise soggy month. A seven-spot ladybird and a long-tailed tit were seen on the morning of the seventh.

WHITE NEW MOON

The sharp curve of the white new moon in the sky: she in white in true frost, and yellow a little if it is devising change. The shepherd is the symbolic man of the hardest winter time. His work is never more important than then…the lamb was born in the adversity of snow. RICHARD JEFFERIES The overnight temperatures for most of January hovered between two degrees and five or six degrees. Hard frosts with sub-zero temperatures dominated the middle of the month and with the daytime thermometer barely moving above freezing the bitter spell brought a dusting of snow on the 20th. When mild wet weather duly arrived from the south during the last week, torrential rain fell the night of the 26th. For the last three days, however, the temperature fell to minus two degrees on successive mornings.

L I F E

Show me again the hour When by pinnacled tower We eyed each other and feared futurity Yea, to such bodings, broodings, beatings, blanchings, blessings, Love lures life on Show me again just this: The moment of that kiss Away from the prancing folk, by the strawberry tree Yea, to such rashness, ratheness, rareness, ripeness, richness, Love lures life on THOMAS HARDY 1898

ECHOES

Remaining betwixt dark and bright Lull’d echoes of laborious day Come to you, gleams of mellow light Float by you on the verge of night TENNYSON 1832

A R G E N T

In the neighbouring moon as some have dreamed; Those argent fields more likely habitants, Translated Saints, or middle Spirits hold Betwixt the angelical and human kind MILTON 1667

CHALICES

With graceful chalices of curious wine, Wonders of art – and costly jars, And bossed salvers. Ere young night divine Crowned dying day with stars TENNYSON 1833

FALLEN

No hope in life No hope in death Grasses and mosses And the fallen leaf Make peaceful bed For an indefinite term CHRISTINA ROSSETTI 1876