In the midst of a long winter it’s very tempting to casually abandon our Beekman 1802 Creed to live each season to its fullest. But without the pale pallete of winter, we could not, would not, should not lust for the colors of Spring.
I decided to look for a few lines of poetry to reaffirm that there’s beauty and inspiration to be found even when blinded by the white.
Dust of Snow by Robert Frost
The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
Frost by Valerie Bloom
Overnight, a giant spilt icing sugar on the ground,
He spilt it in the hedgerows, and the trees without a sound,
He made a wedding-cake of the haystack in the field,
He dredged the countryside and the grass was all concealed,
He sprinkled sugar on the roofs, in patches not too neat,
And in the morning when we woke, the world around was sweet.
Spring Mischief by Michael Whaling
Underground splashing, a steady hollow gurgle under glassy bubble ice and this winter’s snow
Uneven at first, and then the steady rhythm of the search for downhill water always takes the easy way
Especially when no one is watching
A wet glimpse as it flashes in the sunlight, winding under the rocks and edge of a roadside ditch or cut in the woods near you
Times may vary depending on lots of things
Feel free to share your favorite winter poem. Help us make it through the next month!