Every Picture Tells a Story: Winter’s sudden contemplation

Januar ~ By this fire I warme my hands,

When the night scented stock come in

And all of the dusk reigns around us

A musky smoke

Of burning leaves and wet rocks

All is cosy, locked in and battened down

A sleepy knowingness seeps in

A season and reason for movement is over

And the winter sits down long and low

Her frosty embrace – a familiar friend.




Published by Content Catnip

Content Catnip is a quirky internet wunderkammer written by an Intergalactic Space Māori named Content Catnip. Join me as I meander through the quirky and curious aspects of history, indigenous spirituality, the natural world, animals, art, storytelling, books, philosophy, travel, Māori culture and loads more.

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