As the dark nights set in and the chill descends, it can be hard to keep your chin up. My other half feels the change of seasons very strongly, probably because of his Mediterranean blood which so craves the sun. So in order to stave of a bout of SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder) getting out and about during the brief hours of winter daylight is very important.
But it’s a blessing in disguise because this decline of autumn into winter has as much charm and beauty to offer up as an spring day as far as I’m concerned. At this time of year more than any other I long for the seaside. The thought of the waves raging on the coastline, the wind on your face, the long deserted beaches – what better way to blow the cobwebs off in a season when everything gets so stuffy.
This is perhaps why my mind has turned to Sara Teasdale’s lovely Barter. The loveliness of life, the dark nights, firelight, surf, pine trees, even rain. There is no explicit mention of fireworks or Christmas but that’s where my mind races when I read this poem. Bring it on!