The poem rose late, full and round in the winter night.
I, going home, was amused by the little puffs
of vapor I pushed out into the silvery sheen—
the crunch of the snow, the bite of the air,
the swishing of wither I went.
There’s no rhyme to that, I thought,
retreating further into my coat,
pulling the night in close around me.
But there was.
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The photograph is entitled Let’s not today and was taken in Lincoln, NH, if, I recall, through a patio door on a day that was bitterly cold and wonderfully snowy. For more photography, please visit the Book of Bokeh.
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