Our Winter Poet

Now close the windows and hush all the fields:
If the trees must, let them silently toss;
No bird is singing now, and if there is,
Be it my loss.

It will be long ere the marshes resume,
It will be long ere the earliest bird:
So close the windows and not hear the wind,
But see all wind-stirred.

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Comments

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   Karen E. says:

   Do you choose a poet each season to spend time with? What a wonderful idea!

   (And btw, thanks for the quote of the week award 😉 Word has it that Mr. Putter’s attempts to capture anything on paper were pitiful.)

   On January 10, 2006 at 5:31 am

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   Vegan Momma says:

   I love Robert Frost.

   My daughter and I spend a few weeks talking about a particular person. We both enjoy it.

   On January 12, 2006 at 8:16 am