Greetings, Poetry Lovers! I hope you had a good Thanksgiving weekend last week, wherever you were. Prayers for all with an empty chair at the holidays this year.
Over here on the South Carolina Coast, Friday morning temps will be in the 40s, which is chilly for us. (Then we'll warm back up.) But pictures of growing piles of snow from the Northwest to the Plains are something else altogether, like the pictures posted online recently by our own Amy Ludwig VanDerwater up in New York state.
So here's a little poem by Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) for the new season. (Love the last line... we were happy to say goodbye to the hurricane season, by the way, on Wednesday!)
Winter is good - his Hoar Delights (1316)
Winter is good - his Hoar Delights
Italic flavor yield -
To Intellects inebriate
With Summer, or the World -
Generic as a Quarry
And hearty - as a Rose -
Invited with asperity
But welcome when he goes.
Grab your snowshoes and shuffle on over to see our lovely Catherine at Reading to the Core for this week's Roundup!