I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas… thanks Bing (click the title to hear, embedding has been disabled).
In many areas this year it has been a white nightmare… I’ll spare you the details. If you are there, you don’t need them… if you’re not, you probably don’t care. Here’s another viewpoint.
Lyrics: Archibald Lampman (1861-1899) has been described as the Canadian Keats; the most outstanding exponent of the Canadian school of nature poets the finest of Canada’s late 19th-century poets in English.
Music: Loreena McKennitt (born February 17, 1957) is a Canadian singer, composer, harpist, accordionist and pianist.
White are the far-off plains, and white
The fading forests grow;
The wind dies out along the heights,
And denser still the snow
A gathering weight on roof and tree,
Falls down scarce audibly
The meadows and far-sheeted streams
Lie still without a sound;
Like some soft minister of dreams
The snow-fall hoods me around;
In wood and water, earth and air
Silence is everywhere
Save when at lonely spells
Some farmer’s sleigh, urged on,
With rustling runners and sharp bells
Swings by me and is gone;
Or from the empty waste I hear
A sound remote and clear
The barking of a dog
To cattle is sharply pealed,
Borne echoing from some wayside stall
Or barnyard far afield;
Then all is silent and the snow falls
Settling soft and slow
The evening deepens and the grey
Folds closer round the sky
The world seems shrouded, so far away.
Its noises sleep, and I as secret as
Yon buried stream plod dumbly on and dream.
I dream … (8x)
Pretty, isn’t it! Hum it to yourself when you’re digging out or stranded in traffic… our transportation needs and dependency on intact hydro lines have completely changed our winter dream .