A January Morn, a Poem by Nelda Hartmann
Kilkenny landscape photography
New years day 2014
Irish Landscape
A January Poem
January Morn
By – Nelda Hartmann
Bare branches of each tree
on this chilly January morn
look so cold so forlorn.
Gray skies dip ever so low
left from yesterday’s storm.
Yet in the heart of each tree
waiting for each who wait to see
new life as warm sun and breeze will blow,
like magic, unlock springs sap to flow,
buds, new leaves, then blooms will grow.”
Nigel Borrington 
Thus, the cycle of life continues. Can’t wait. On this January morn, my nose is red and cold and so forlorn. 😀 Poetry is not my calling.
January 1, 2014 at 7:19 pm
Hello Elen 🙂
Yes we start the cycle all over again 🙂
Perfect poetry and poet 🙂 🙂
January 3, 2014 at 7:30 pm
I love the poem. And the image? Well, it’s just fantastic. The emerald green grass and the creamy sheep (it is a sheep, isn’t it?) and the various shades of light on the ground…….against that beautiful sky. But mostly….those trees. Those trees!! They’re stunning.
You’ve got a great start to 2014. This post is just brilliant.
Happy New Year!
January 1, 2014 at 7:44 pm
Hello Sharon 🙂 🙂
Thank you 🙂
January 3, 2014 at 7:31 pm
Great combination of image and poetry.
Happy New Year!
January 1, 2014 at 8:21 pm
Hello Dina 🙂
Thank you !!!
Happy new year to yourself 🙂 🙂
January 3, 2014 at 7:31 pm
Oh, I love this!!! Well reminds me of our stay in that area. Thanks for the memory and happy new year! 🙂
January 3, 2014 at 12:01 pm
Hello Dorothy 🙂
Thank you, very pleased it did !!!
Happy New year 🙂 🙂
January 3, 2014 at 7:32 pm