“Spring was moving in the air above and in the earth below and around him, penetrating even his dark and lowly little house with its spirit of divine discontent and longing.”
― Kenneth Grahame,
There are many, many things that can be an inspiration to a writer or an author. And I am sure there are as many things out there that can inspire as there are people who write!
But I have often thought that nature and the physical world around us is a source of forgotten inspiration.
This is one of my favorite poems by Robert Frost that just seems to beautifully encompass the white, silent world of the woods during this time of year. I memorized it as a child and have never forgotten it. What is your favorite winter or holiday poem?
The British Isles. It’s a land of storytellers, artists and musicians…
Days shorten, autumn comes;
How do the trees know the difference?
Do they feel it in their roots,
in their bark, in their leaves?
Even as they fall asleep for the winter,
they will awaken anew in the spring.
For under the layers of wood,
Each tree has a green heart…