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
Some People Just Don’t Get It
Overnight the flakes have descended, and left a carpet of pure white.
Silent, soft and slow descends the snow.
No cloud above
No earth below
A universe of sky and snow
Snow is what it does. It falls and it stays and it goes.
The snow is deep on the ground. The snow is beautiful on the ground.
How is it that the snow amplifies the silence?
A cheer for the snow! the drifting snow!
This is the true religion, the religion of snow.
(A cento poem featuring lines from each of the following poems:
Shoveling snow with Buddha by Billy Collins
Patterns in the Snow by Ernestine Northover
How is it that the snow by Robert Haight
Snow-flakes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Snow by Eliza Cook
Snow by Frederick Seidel
Snow-Bound: A winter idyl by John Greenleaf Whittier
The snow is deep on the ground by Kenneth Patchen)