Vox Populi

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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.

February 6, 2020 · Leave a comment

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.

December 27, 2019 · 2 Comments

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.

December 18, 2019 · Leave a comment

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

December 11, 2017 · 1 Comment

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

January 12, 2017 · Leave a comment

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