First week back to work. I’m running late on today’s post, so here’s a look back, two years ago, to another COLD January.
The problem is, we had temperatures in the 70s two weeks ago and I caught a bad case of spring fever. I don’t want to go back to the cold (she whined). But it is January. And winter is very much with us. So here’s a poem celebrating winter. Because if you can’t escape it–you might as well write about it.
Walking home at dusk,
dragging the runner sled slow,
we look back and see the wonder
of snow-broken field criss-crossed
with track of sled and dog and child.
Here is evidence of a winter’s day—
setting sun catching in a far trail
curving down the hillside—
a sudden glint of ice brighter than
diamonds or stars…
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