Monday, 21 November 2016

I sit before the fire and think – J.R.R. Tolkien

I hope this poem from The Fellowship of the Rings brings some 'connection' to anyone feeling sad this week.




I sit before the fire and think

J.R.R. Tolkien


I sit beside the fire and think
of all that I have seen
of meadow-flowers and butterflies
in summers that have been;

Of yellow leaves and gossamer
in autumns that there were,
with morning mist and silver sun
and wind upon my hair.

I sit beside the fire and think
of how the world will be
when winter comes without a spring
that I shall ever see.

For still there are so many things
that I have never seen:
in every wood in every spring
there is a different green.

I sit beside the fire and think
of people long ago
and people who will see a world
that I shall never know.

But all the while I sit and think
of times there were before,
I listen for returning feet
and voices at the door.


*This post is dedicated to Mike who had seen much of the world, but had a lot more yet to see...

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