From Jared Carter's 'Soltice,' a villanelle
Softened by drifts of newly fallen snow,
the wind can barely gather strength to flow
along the garden path. Shrouded in white,
awakened by the cries of distant crows,
a single branch springs up, and throws off slow,
metallic flakes that seem to freeze in flight....
Because we need to read a good book today, Thug Notes is here to summarize. "He got his own problems, and the bitch IS one."
Because we need a new quote today and I just read this one from Rebecca West. (H. G. Wells described “her splendid, disturbed brain.”)
Because hearing kids sing makes us happy. And they are singing again with A Great Big World.