FEBRUARY. by Helen Hunt Jackson.
Still lie the sheltering snow
And reign the Winter's pregnant silence still;
No sign of spring, save the catkin's fill,
And willow stems grow daily red and white
These are the days when ancients held a rite,
of expiation for the old year's ill.
And prayer to purify the new year's will :
Fit days, ere yet the bounding blood grows hot with haste,
And dreaming thoughts grow heavy with haste,
The ardent summer's joy to have and taste;
Fit days, to give to last years losses held,
To reckon clear the new life's sterner need;
Fit days for Feast of Expiation placed.
I do hope that you enjoyed reading this Fetching sonnet written by Helen.H. Jackson it comes from her 'A Calander of Sonnets'..... a collection of poems relating, mainly to the months in the year and the changing seasons thereon.
I believe she is more widely known for 'A Century of Dishonour', which described the adverse effects of Government treatment, and mistreatment of Native Americans.
She was a very Feisty lady and a keen activist in fighting for better treatment of the Native Americans, she wasn't afraid to take on corrupt politicians and Frequently spoke loudly and clearly for her cause.
Sincere thanks to the Fabulous Denise Nesbitt for bringing us all so much Fun when she First devised ABCW, also to the Frightfully Factual Roger for all he does ably assisted by the Fearless Leslie from Vancouver BC. Finally we mustn't Forget the team of helpers who fervently help with visiting and commenting on other sites. That's it FOLKS ! I'm just about Finished.