EPISODE NOTES:

As I look outside, I’m reminded of the fact that it’s still winter❄️. We had a nice snow last night and this morning, its cold 🧊and brisk with a wind blowing the snow.  I’m going to share one of my favorite winter poems.  

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FULL POEM:

Winter's Beauty by W H Davies

Is it not fine to walk in spring,

When leaves are born, and hear birds sing?

And when they lose their singing powers,

In summer, watch the bees at flowers?

Is it not fine, when summer's past,

To have the leaves, no longer fast,

Biting my heel where'er I go,

Or dancing lightly on my toe?

Now winter's here and rivers freeze;

As I walk out I see the trees,

Wherein the pretty squirrels sleep,

All standing in the snow so deep:

And every twig, however small,

Is blossomed white and beautiful.

Then welcome, winter, with thy power

To make this tree a big white flower;

To make this tree a lovely sight,

With fifty brown arms draped in white,

While thousands of small fingers show

In soft white gloves of purest snow.

Shared from: In Winter (Fytton Armstrong, 1931; limited edition of 290, illustrated by Edward Carrick; special limited edition of 15 on handmade paper also hand-coloured).