Poem of the Day

[sfotex]

Heard this on Writer's Alamanac this morning, gotta wonder if the poet is a skier...

Poem: "Interlude" by Linda Pastan, from Queen of a Rainy Country.
Interlude

We are waiting for snow
the way we might wait for a train
to arrive with its cold cargo—
it is late already, but surely
it will come.

We are waiting for snow
the way we might wait
for permission
to breathe again.

For only the snow
will release us, only the snow
will be a letting go, a blind falling
towards the body of earth
and towards each other.

And while we wait at this window
whose sheer transparency
is clouded already
with our mutual breath,

it is as if our whole lives depended
on the freezing color
of the sky, on the white
soon to be fractured
gaze of winter.

[train07]

nice, sfotex... and this seems to fit here:

"I sometimes think the dawn of a new day, the magic silence of mid-winter is about all there is, and however that may perhaps be, it is good to know no better."

Maxfield Parrish

[golden powder]

POTD!!!!

[Arnold Pants]

With the right pic, that could make a cool poster. Nice find.