Can hygge be outside? Yes it can, because whenever we go indoors from a chilly outdoors, hygge is needed for comfort. A winter walk followed by a bowl of homemade soup; a cup of tea after doing some gardening; a settling down after a journey. All these are hygge. I’ve arranged these three poems seasonally, starting with a very cold haibun, and a spring poem, then a poem looking at a tree in different seasons and finding comfort there.
Photo by Angela Topping
It’s Boxing Day, noon. And down “The Shroppie”, a mile below Bunbury, a solitary narrowboat lies trapped against the bank in ice and snow. The boatman, a cheery soul, chops logs. Only the fragrant woodsmoke from his boat’s stove mars the dazzling white.
Now a large hare scurries, skidding, over the frozen canal with a buzzard in pursuit. They vanish from view but a thin cry will plague our snuggling boatman until taken by a good malt, curtains drawn.
in the golden glow
of a log fire
jugged hare is served, amen
Note: “The Shroppie” is an affectionate name for the Shropshire Union Canal.
Sweet smell of hay smokes around my nostrils,
giggles there like the unexpected wash of wine,
that first gentle giddy in unsuspecting blood stream
I walk a little further only to see the distant house
where a man is dying from what started as tiny cells,
where his wife is bits and pieces busy coping out of love
Snowdrops are everywhere – fly-tipped, forgotten,
now defying, gambling, growing against the grain,
extending their small odds in confident clumps
Then some baby daffodils moulded in miniature –
all the more appealing for being smaller versions,
grander for their pride in being perfect little copies
Finally I am home. Warm bathing me at the door
because you are there. No fuss – simply in our home,
quiet greeting, gentle smile wrapping around me
These the small things firing neurons below skin
What we feel at any moment in a lifetime mesh,
gathering the small, the significantly tiny atoms
Beneath sapphire summer skies
its canopy shimmered ruby light
each leaf a drop of blood shed
transferred from battle to the sky
Now the year is growing slight
the slanting sun catches clustered
leaves; hanging still despite the wind
that snatches, hurls handfuls with
armoured hands to sodden ground.
The canopy still shimmers gold,
a kings dinner service set upon
a banquet table of crystal light
green garlanded by evergreens,
that will remain when the gold
has fallen to the ground, turned
brown and rotted into mulch, but
still the tree will stand bare-black
revealing remnants of the homes,
the nests that nurtured nestlings
wait for winter to depart, spring
return and then again the buds
will clothe the canopy, open slowly
as the sun rises higher every day
until the canopy is copper, ruby
lit, a shelter to new life brought
by returning survivors of the flight.
7 responses to “Hygge Feature #8 Outdoors/Indoors”
another lovely set of poems!
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I love these three poems, SUB-ZERO by Paul Beech, SMALL THINGS by Pat Edwards and BEECH by Carolyn O’Connell. And feel they warm my heart! From, Maureen Weldon
They work so well together, don’t you think?
I wasn’t sure if Hygge can include outdoors, but now I see it can from the lovely poems today, I thought I would submit my poem, ‘December’
Do send it, and remember to put your name at the bottom of the poem, as it makes life so much easier my end.
Thanks Angela for posting my poem and to Maureen and Sarah for their appreciation
Reblogged this on Carolyn O' Connell and commented:
Thanks to Anglea Topping for posting my poem