I should check the weather report more often.
Today was the second time this week I woke up, looked out the window, and was surprised to see snow. I bundled up and went for my walk around 5. The snowplow drivers probably thought I was in the way of their serious business, but the snowplows themselves seemed to rejoice that they were finally getting some exercise.
Today is the right day to reprint this from the poem-a-day listserv of Poets.org.
Winter
by Walter De La Mare
And the robin flew
Into the air, the air,
The white mist through;
And small and rare
The night-frost fell
Into the calm and misty dell.
And the dusk gathered low,
And the silver moon and stars
On the frozen snow
Drew taper bars,
Kindled winking fires
In the hooded briers.
And the sprawling Bear
Growled deep in the sky;
And Orion’s hair
Streamed sparkling by:
But the North sighed low,
“Snow, snow, more snow!”
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What a lovely, perfect poem (and what a sweet photo, of the fluffed-out robin (robins? Is that another, over on the left?)
Really, though–what a wonderful poem. Must save it to my poetry folder.
I took that robin picture a couple years ago. I seem to recall the bush was full of robins, but I wasn’t fast enough. The local paper likes to get reader photos and printed that one. Looks better online.