December 21




Whose woods these are I think I know

One must have a mind of winter to regard the frost and the boughs of the pine-trees crusted with snow

On a clear winter’s evening the crescent moon and the round squirrels nest in the bare oak all equal planets

Thus having prepared their buds against a sure winter the wise trees stand sleeping in the cold

Suddenly, in every tree, an unseen nest where a mountain would be


A Cento Poem

Lines from the following poems about winter:

Winter Trees – William Carlos Williams

Choices – Tess Gallagher

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening – Robert Frost

The Snow Man – Wallace Stevens

Winter Twilight – Anne Porter


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