Sunday, January 16, 2011

A winter poem..

photo credits

Been a bit sad that we missed our chance of a blizzard and instead got mud.  So am doing it virtually.

Mark Strand is perfect right now.

Lines for Winter
Tell yourself
as it gets cold and gray falls from the air
that you will go on
walking, hearing
the same tune no matter where
you find yourself—
inside the dome of dark
or under the cracking white
of the moon's gaze in the valley of snow.
Tonight as it gets cold
tell yourself
what you know which is nothing
but the tune your bones play
as you keep going. And you will be able
for once to lie down under the small fire
of winter stars.
And if it happens that you cannot
go on or turn back
and you find yourself
where you will be at the end,
tell yourself
in that final flowing of cold through your limbs
that you love what you are.

1 comment:

  1. Thanks so much for visiting my blog today! Always enjoy meeting new folks online. Love your winter pic!