I don’t know where you are, but here, in Western North Carolina, it’s COLD. Oh, I hear you Canadian friends–a day above freezing is balmy to you. But to me? It’s COLD.
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.
SLEDDING
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 or tears.
Before us a single track leads home,
left much earlier, in another light,
when the sun stood high
and a pure hill of unbroken white
held little more than potential.
Meet Sarah
Aww, that is so …cozy! How you got me to feel cozy reading about sledding is a mystery!
I’m glad you got cozy out of it–different folks often read different things with poetry.
How I wish I could write poetry like you do! You make it look so easy (however, I know it is not). Please put me down for a copy of your book of poetry when it comes out.
Man, you just filled my approval cup to overflowing!
Reblogged this on Sarah Loudin Thomas – Author and commented:
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.
We LOVE sledding… building SNOWMEN… just the act of watching it SNOW! If we have to endure the cold, at least let us enjoy our favorite activities… right?
Exactly!