Yesterday, I went cross-country skiing for the first time. Although I mainly concentrated on set, push, glide, I did get to admire the gorgeous winter scenery. We’re having a snowy winter in Minnesota this year (although we need a fresh snowfall, please), and I love looking at bare trees and evergreen trees against the snow. I never get tired of that.
So, here’s a poem in celebration of the stark beauties of winter.
All the complicated details
of the attiring and
the disattiring are completed!
A liquid moon
moves gently among
the long branches.
Thus having prepared their buds
against a sure winter
the wise trees
stand sleeping in the cold.
—by William Carlos Williams
The park near my house has trails that are lit at night, so once I get a couple more daytime excursions in, I hope to go skiing one night and admire the liquid moon. Doesn’t that just melt you?
You can learn more about William Carlos Williams here.
John Mutford’s hosting the Poetry Friday roundup over at Book Mine Set. Check it out!