📅 Thought for today:
‘At nine of the night I opened my door
That stands midway between moor and moor,
And all around me, silver-bright,
I saw that the world had turned to white.’
— Charles Causley, At Nine of the Night
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I have developed an interest in poetry this year and one of my sons, Cam, bought me a book that has a poem for every day of the year.
It is a great way to discover new poetry, and I’ve started already – I had not heard of Charles Causley before I read today’s entry, a poem called At Nine of the Night.
I’ve read some more of his work, and I was surprised to see that he lived into the 21st Century, reading his work I had assumed he was a Victorian poet.
I really like the imagery of a cold and snowy night in the opening verse.
Something we are unlikely to see this week in the South of England as it is forecast to reach 15 degrees Celsius by the middle of the week – warm even for Spring let alone December. It was officially a white Christmas in the UK – there was snow in Yorkshire and in Scotland.
Cam headed back to his home in Wales today where I expect his cats will be very pleased to see him, and we will miss having him in the house, filling it with laughter and cheeky humour.