Poetry Friday

IN DREAR NIGHTED DECEMBER In drear nighted December,     Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne’er remember     Their green felicity— The north cannot undo them With a sleety whistle through them Nor frozen thawings glue them     From budding at the prime. In drear-nighted December,     Too happy, happy brook, Thy bubblings ne’er remember     Apollo’s summer look; But […]

Holy crap, it’s cold!

Look … I like winter; I might even go so far as to say that I love winter. However, this is way too fucking cold for December, and for as little snow that we have on the ground in the mountains right now … neither of which is really conducive to outdoor recreational activity. Most […]

Poetry Friday

WORDS AND THE DIMINUTION OF ALL THINGS The brief secrets are still here,                              and the light has come back. The word remember touches my hand, But I shake it off and watch the turkey buzzards bank and wheel Against the occluded sky. All of the little names sink down,                              weighted with what is […]

Poetry Friday

SNOW-BOUND [The sun that brief December day]   The sun that brief December day Rose cheerless over hills of gray, And, darkly circled, gave at noon A sadder light than waning moon. Slow tracing down the thickening sky Its mute and ominous prophecy, A portent seeming less than threat, It sank from sight before it […]

Poetry Friday

SUMMITS Mountains bloom in spring they shine in summer they burn in autumn but they belong to winter every day we travel farther and at evening we come to the same country mountains are waiting but is it for us all day the night was shining through them and many of the birds were theirs […]