I wish I had something poetic to share about all this beauty, but I'm just kinda taking it all in.
Being as homebound as I have been (given my continued aircasted foot from my November ankle surgery) I am learning to savor the local sights in my own backyard.
Sometimes its the simple little things, like walking my dog who hates snow, that are the fun and silly things in my recent cloistered days.
Psalm 16: 11: Thou dost show me the path of life;
in thy presence there is fulness of joy,
in thy right hand are pleasures for evermore.
WINTER
ReplyDeleteCold, moist, young flegmy winter now doth lye
In swaddling Clouts, like new born Infancy
Bound up with frosts, and furr'd with hail & snows,
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Cold frozen January next comes in,
Chilling the blood and shrinking up the skin;
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And Northward his unwearied Course doth run:
The day much longer than it was before,
The cold not lessened, but augmented more.
Now Toes and Ears, and Fingers often freeze,
And Travellers their noses sometimes leese.
From Anne Bradstreet. I suppose she had a rather intimate experience with New England winters. Keep warm, feed your birds, and if you'll follow Anne's advice, keep some tissues handy.
I'm so happy that you shared this poem. I wish I had asked your poetry advice before I wrote the post! So glad you chimed in!
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