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Monday, 27 February 2017
The Rainbow of the Year
From "The Pilot", 1967, I found this rather nice poem by Catherine Giles. If anyone knows anything about her, I'd be most interested to know. I believe she was the wife of Alan Giles, Dean of Jersey from 1959 to 1971.
The Rainbow of the Year Catherine Giles, Feb 1967
January was white
The sombre snow-clouds drifting o'er our
Melted. at touch of some magician's wand.
And in a moment all the air was filled
With myriad flakes, as light as gossamer,
And white as feathers from an angel's wings.
Beneath the microscope's all-seeing eve
Each tiny flake resealed within itself.
A fairyland where crystal flowers and stars
Emerged in lacy gleaming symmetry
Of exquisite design. They floated, swirled
From heaven in white profusion till the
Itself was as one vast snow-decked fairy land.
Where root and road. and galley, field and
Were mantled all in white: where every wall
And every tree's dark gown was ermine-
A strange white hush embraced the sleeping
But. e'er she woke from her soft bosom
A small white flower, the first-born of the snow
While on the prunus bough not yet in leaf.
White blossoms twinkled like the stars of
Above a cold World.
January was white.
But February is yellow. Now the sun:
Sits higher in the trees. and shines less pale.
From o'er the Western hill a yellow light
Streams earthward through the lengthening
The snow has `gone: now. from her leafy bed.
The yellow aconite peeps. starry-eyed.
And Winter jasmine winks his yellow eyes
Among the evergreens which climb the wall.
In garden borders. greedy sparrows drain
The crocus goblets of their golden wine:
While. in the fields, the budding daffodils
Shake out their frilly dresses, and unfold
Their yellow bonnets for another Spring.
February is yellow.