Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Still winter but not actually that cold, hovering around freezing.
A good excuse to celebrate all things winter in poetry.
which can of course be done mostly from inside.

“If I could walk out into the
cold country
And see the white and innocent dawn arise:”

“If I could walk over stubble
Fields white with frost
And see each separate small beaded blade”

Both quotes tak en from
                    If I Could Walk Out Into A Cold Country
                                              Elizabeth  Brewster

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