(This poem is to be said in a whisper)
Fiercely into the wind,
The sky cold and clear.
Stars glitter, the earth hard.
Grasses frozen dry.
Powerful legs pause.
Nostrils flare,
Cold dry wind,
Calm eyes.
The ice sings.
— Katherine Greene
(This poem is to be said in a whisper)
Fiercely into the wind,
The sky cold and clear.
Stars glitter, the earth hard.
Grasses frozen dry.
Powerful legs pause.
Nostrils flare,
Cold dry wind,
Calm eyes.
The ice sings.
— Katherine Greene
This poem is perfect for right now after 6 inches of more snow as the late afternoon sun appears briefly and shines through tiny pieces of falling ice, making it look like slivers of diamonds coming down.