More snow, more overcast, more cold. I have vacuumed and done laundry and other nesting activities, which are other things one does after several days of snowy weather. I even re-arranged my nests, the ones I have found on walks etc over the years, lined them up and took a family photo, they are so beautiful and messy. It's dark here even in the afternoon and I'm learning again.
Snowdrops
Louise Gluck
Do you know what I was, how I lived? You know
what despair is; then
winter should have meaning for you.
I did not expect to survive,
earth suppressing me. I didn't expect
to waken again, to feel
in damp earth my body
able to respond again, remembering
after so long how to open again
in the cold light
of earliest spring --
afraid, yes, but among you again
crying yes risk joy
in the raw wind of the new world.
3 comments:
I love the nest photo, Pam. Great collection. When I drive along Route 17, where you can look down into the trees, the bare branches reveal nests like secrets. Happy holidays ...
Pam, Louise Gluck is one of my favourite poets. Thank you for posting Snowdrops. I love the nest family photo too.
Chris-yes, nests like families reveal themselves when
it gets cold!
Michelle-thanks for visiting. I've been reading Gluck's Averno recently, looking at how she manages to combine the mythic and the ordinary-hard to do!
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