This was the first sunrise after the weekend snowstorm. As the sun cleared the edge of the Pelee peninsula it sent its first tentative beams along the icy sierra out on the lake. It lit the new-fallen snow with a delicate pink that almost seemed out of place in the deepest part of the winter season. Even so, it also reminded me of the famous and well-loved Cat Stevens recording of the song, “Morning Has Broken.”
The birdfeeders needed filling. As I walked out, bundled up, with my bag of seed, the whole yard of untouched snow lay before me. In the places where the wind had blown the ground almost bare, it looked like it could have been a valley scene far below me. The tufts of grass and twigs sticking up through the thinner snow could have been trees. Closer to the house, the wind had carved the drifts into miniature sweeping cliffs and glacial overhangs. As I trudged through, the wind gusted and swirled the loose snow around my ankles up to my knees. I felt like an Old World giantess, striding through the clouds.
Morning Has Broken Cat Stevens is often erroneously credited for writing “Morning Has Broken.” It’s actually an old Gaelic tune called Bunnessan, after a village in Scotland. English poet and children’s author Eleanor Farjeon was commissioned to write a poem to fit the tune, to be a children’s hymn to morning.
Video by YT member maizaccc As you might expect, YouTube has many videos with beautiful images for this song, but this one I thought was quite special.
The Cloud Messenger (Meghadūta) is a lyric poem by the respected Indian poet, Kālidāsa. The poem centers around a yaksa in exile. Longing for his beloved, waiting for him on a Himalayan mountain, he asks a cloud to take a message to her. The sights he tells the cloud it will see on its way make up most of the poem.
The idea of recording observations appeals to me. I thought The Cloud Messenger was the perfect title for a blog about the journey that we all make as we move through our days.
I'm a baby boomer who grew up dancing in the streets of Detroit during the classic Motown years, lived beside the Rocky Mountains for many years, now retired and living (and writing full time) in S. Ontario. I have one blog for rock 'n' roll oldies, and one for nature, poetry and life along the Lake.