Sunday, January 18, 2015

When the Winter Comes



On every twig and rail and jutting spout,
The icy spears were adding to their length
Against the arrows of the coming sun.

Henry David Thoreau


Lines from Thoreau's poem entitled
Within the Circuit of This Plodding Life


2 comments:

Jane Tims said...

I Like the rosy sky behind the icicles. Good days to stay in and write. Jane

Carol Steel said...

Yes, Jane, these winter days are good for writing. I've been slow at that the past week, lots of beginnings that seem to go nowhere. Thanks for the comment.