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.
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.
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