Sandy Solomon: In Deepest February
The heavy snow has split the oak out front,
its right branch lodges in a parked car’s roof
and splays across the windshield and the hood.
Paul Christensen: When the Ice Won’t Melt
It’s one of those diamond-bright days of early winter, with the ground ringing like iron when you walk on it.
Robert Frost: Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
Rubén G. Mendoza: A sacred light in the darkness
On Saturday, Dec. 21, nations in the Northern Hemisphere will mark the winter solstice – the shortest day and longest night of the year. For thousands of years people have marked this event with rituals and celebrations to signal the rebirth of the sun and its victory over darkness.
Molly Fisk: Hunter’s Moon
Mid-December, dusk, and the sky slips down the rungs of its blue ladder into indigo. A late-quarter moon hangs in the air above the ridge like a broken plate and … Continue reading
Anonymous: Wynter Wakeneth Al My Care
Here is a lovely winter lyric (c. 1310) in its original Middle English spelling, followed by a modern English paraphrase. Wynter wakeneth al my care, Nou this leves waxeth bare; … Continue reading
