A Little More Yesterday
After the clean up was complete Runa and I took to the woods for a nice snowshoe.
Runa tried to run ahead but changes her mind and lets me break trail.
We made it to the field but it was too cold and too deep.
We turned around and headed back through the woods.
During the storm I was reading snow and storm poetry.
I found this one that was new to me. I like it...
Black brooms of trees sweep the sky clean;
Sweep the house fronts,
And heave them bleak in sleep.
High up the empty moon
Spills her vacuity
My long black shadow
Weaves an invisible pattern of pain.
Is embroidered with my happiness
Evelyn Scott (1893-1963)