From Snow by Kenneth Rexroth
All Day the fog curdles and drifts.
The cries of the birds are loud.
They sound frightened and cold. Hour
By hour it grows colder.
This month we are having fun with Snowflakes.
"My beloved is unto me as a bundle of myrrh." Song of Solomon 1:13
January 22nd, 2013 by Aubri
From Snow by Kenneth Rexroth
All Day the fog curdles and drifts.
The cries of the birds are loud.
They sound frightened and cold. Hour
By hour it grows colder.
This month we are having fun with Snowflakes.
What a fun activity – gingerbread snowflakes! But that bit of poetry makes me cold all the way down here in Texas!
Well, be glad you’re not up here, we haven’t gotten above 20 in a couple days! Bone cold.
Or here….windchill -30 with actual temp -5
Yuk Brianne! Gotta LOVE the Midwest!