A glass half full of wine left out
To the dark heaven all night, by dawn
Has dreamed a premonition
Of ice across its eye as if
The ice-age had begun its heave.
The lawn overtrodden and strewn
From the night before, and the whistling green
Shrubbery are doomed. Ice
Has got its spearhead into place.
First a skin, delicately here
Restraining a ripple from the air;
Soon plate and rivet on pond and brook;
Then tons of chain and massive lock
To hold rivers. Then, sound by sight
Will Mammoth and Sabre-tooth celebrate
Reunion while a fist of cold
Squeezes the fire at the core of the world,
Squeezes the fire at the core of the heart,
And now it is about to start.
– Ted Hughes, October Dawn
One of my favourite poems ever to accompany the leaves, fruit and berries I collected within a 10 minute walk of home. I particularly love the orange and pink spindle berries (Euonymus europaeus), the tree’s wood being used for spindles in looms, for skewers and for knitting needles.