Poor muse, north wind, or any god
who blusters bleak across the lake
and sows the earth earth-deep with ice.
A hoar of fur stung across the vines:
here the leaves in full flush, here
abandoned to four and farther winds.
Bless us, any god who crabs the apples
and seeds the leaf and needle evergreen.
What whispered catastrophe, winter.
What a long night, beyond the lamplight,
the windows and the frost-ferned glass.
Bless the traveler and the hearth he travels to.
Bless our rough hands, wind-scabbed lips,
bless this our miscreant psalm.
- Dave Lucas, "Lines for Winter"
Merry Christmas, Carla.
Posted by: Mick Mather | December 25, 2010 at 12:46 AM
Wow, this is a stunning photo Carla!
Posted by: Aravis | December 28, 2010 at 04:45 PM
Fabulous, as always. I hope you had a wonderful holiday season!
Posted by: Amy | January 05, 2011 at 01:25 PM
What an amazing photo, and what a lovely blog you have. I am a musician who blogs about creativity. Please visit me at freetospeakblog.blogspot.com
Posted by: Betsy Grant | January 11, 2011 at 11:51 PM