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Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

1.22.2013

Winter


Winter is the season when the earth seems to lie dormant, but is teeming with the beginnings of life. The insulating snow covers over the growth that is taking place. Looking forward to the progress of spring but, for now, appreciating the beauty of winter.



Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.

TS Eliot

12.21.2012

Winter is Here


Winter has been kind to us this year. We're nearing the end of December and today was the first true snowfall. But now that the snow is here, it has arrived with a bang. Fashionably late. "Take notice, World. Here I am."



A cold coming we had of it,
Just the worst time of the year
For a journey, and such a long journey:
The ways deep and the weather sharp,
The very dead of winter.

TS Eliot

12.04.2012

Planning





Christmas preparations are underway. These will soon be in the mail on their way to friends and family.

It's unseasonably warm here, but I am readying for Winter. 

I'm planning and celebrating and feeling Christmas-y.


And don't you think
the trees themselves, especially those with mossy,
warm caves, begin to think
of the birds that will come-- six, a dozen-- to sleep
inside their bodies?
Mary Oliver