S2 E11: Here in the Time of the Winter Morn

Welcome to Poetry in the Evening

The sunshine and rain of spring has brought colour and energy to the earth. The joy of awakening is here even as the soft and fresh green of beginnings is transitioning into a deeper shade of maturity. It is a reminder that the warmth of summer is near. Tonight, I am bidding a fond farewell to winter, for a time, with the poem, ”Here in the Time of the Winter Morn” by William Moore.

Here in the Time of the Winter Morn

By William Moore

Here in the time of the Winter morn, Love,
I see the Sunlit leaves of changing hue
Burn clear against a sky of tender blue,
Here in the time of the Winter morn, Love.
Here in the time of the Winter morn, Love,
I hear the low tone bells of changing song
Ring clear upon the air the full day long,
Here in the time of the Winter morn, Love.
I hear the bells, I see the changing leaves,
And one lone heart for Summer silent grieves,
Here in the time of the Winter morn, Love.

Here in the Time of the Winter Morn by William Moore Rebecca's Reading Room

Correction: The correct name of William Moore’s poem is “Here in the Time of the Winter Morn.” I recited it as “Here in the Time of Winter Morn” in my video.

S2 E10: The Flower at My Window

The Flower at My Window

Lucian B. Watkins (1878-1920)

O! my heart now feels so cheerful as I go with footsteps light
In the daily toil of my dear home;
And I’ll tell to you the secret that now makes my life so bright—
There’s a flower at my window in full bloom.

It is radiant in the sunshine, and so cheerful after rain;
And it wafts upon the air its sweet perfume.
It is very, very lovely! May its beauties never wane—
This dear flower at my window in full bloom.

Nature has so clothed it in such glorious array,
And it does so cheer our home, and hearts illume;
Its dear mem’ry I will cherish though the flower fade away—
This dear flower at my window in full bloom.

Oft I gaze upon this flower with its blossoms pure and white.
And I think as I behold its gay costume,
While through life we all are passing may our lives be always bright
Like this flower at my window in full bloom.

The Flower at My Window by Lucian B Watkins Rebecca's Reading Room

S2 E9: Welcome The Month of Poetry

Spring, with its renewed energy after a Winter’s rest, awakens our hearts to the words of poetic inspiration.

 April invites us to celebrate its arrival with a reading of poetry.

Poetry is one of the oldest creative endeavors – an art form that has the benefit of diversity. Haiku, sonnet, spoken word, epic, limerick, ode and so much more. Each generation adds to the collection that has come through the centuries.

With poetry, we explore our innermost thoughts, feelings and impulses. We experience the world around us through vivid descriptions and the sound of words reverberating within our souls.

Join me as I recite the poem “In April” by Rainer Maria Rilke

In April

Rainer Maria Rilke – 1875-1926

Again the woods are odorous, the lark
Lifts on upsoaring wings the heaven gray
That hung above the tree-tops, veiled and dark,
Where branches bare disclosed the empty day.

After long rainy afternoons an hour
Comes with its shafts of golden light and flings
Them at the windows in a radiant shower,
And rain drops beat the panes like timorous wings.

Then all is still. The stones are crooned to sleep
By the soft sound of rain that slowly dies;
And cradled in the branches, hidden deep
In each bright bud, a slumbering silence lies.
Kergord Woods, Shetland

Kergord Woods

Amidst Shetland Island’s wild and beautiful scenery, with its deeply indented coasts and enclosed steep hills, stands a solitary forest. Kergord Woods, located in Weisdale, is the only substantial woodland in the Shetland Islands. Planted between 1909 – 1921, the trees thrive, despite harsh winter weather, and invite woodland birds to make their home among their branches.