Saturday, March 26, 2011

Last week the gulls came back. 
A birdbander friend once told me that this was a more reliable
sign of spring than the robins, some of whom hang around all winter. 
However spring here is often followed by 6 or more weeks
of cold and snow.

Sure enough Friday we woke to a world of frost. 
Every thing spiked and mace headed and the walk
to work was suffused with an odd bluish light.


"And now that this same trim
of white has won over my hair
with its own wintry reminder

these fragile frost-work mornings
sing a pale and delicate song.
Time pauses on the edge of rime."

 Morning of Hoar Frost
Glen Sorestad



1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Wonderful details of the hoar frost - thanks