Happy Poetry Friday!
This week, we are hosted by Susan Thomsen. Please visit Susan at Chicken Spaghetti for a poem about Año Nuevo and a beautiful tradition.
Recently, I have enjoyed time outdoors in the snowy woods of Connecticut. I couldn’t help but admire at the beauty of nature, but also the human touch that appeared in some of these excursions.
During the first significant snowfall of the year, my husband, my dog, and I went sledding. We tried to convince some neighborhood kids to come with us to make it look like we had a reason to be there, but there were none to be found. We did not let that deter us.
Admittedly, my steering attempts are futile. I'll just say, the hill is a lot steeper than it looks in the video!
The next day, we took at hike at a local park. Although, it was an overcast day, nature offered beauty amidst the dreariness.
Here the human influence sneaks in, but hopefully in a way that makes you smile.
The next day was sunny, and I couldn’t resist one more trip back to see the snow and ice drops reflecting the sunshine.
The pictures from the overcast day led me to the following poem:
By Eleanor Hammond
The winter wood is like a strong old man,
Grizzled, rugged, and gray,
With long white locks tattered by many storms.
He lifts gnarled arms defiant of the blasts,
And rears his old head proudly
Under the menace of the winter sky.
Source: Eleanor Hammond. "Winter Woods." Family Friend Poems, https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/winter-woods-by-eleanor-hammond
My hope is that wherever you are, whatever season it is, that you are able to breathe fresh air and spend some time surrounded by nature.