The Snow Man

One must have a mind of winterTo regard the frost and the boughsOf the pine-trees crusted with snow; And have been cold a long timeTo behold the junipers shagged with ice,The spruces rough in the distant glitter Of the January sun; and not to thinkOf any misery in the sound of the wind,In the sound Continue reading The Snow Man

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A rattlesnake that doesn’t bite teaches you nothing. — Jessamyn West