January
The days are short,
The sun a spark
Hung thin between
The dark and dark.
Fat snowy footsteps
Track the floor,
And parkas pile up
Near the door.
The river is
A frozen place
Held still beneath
The trees’ black lace.
The sky is low.
The wind is gray.
The radiator
Purrs all day.
– John Updike
Like this a lot! 🙂
Thank you!
John Updike, a poet too. Who knew. A striking poem from the first line to the last. 🙂
Hello Nomzi 🙂
I was surprised, too.
Thank you :).
Hello, good evening. People are so multi talented. Thank you for the introduction to another side of Updike. I wonder if he takes a cynical stance as a poet. Hmm. Have a fabulous week. 🙂
Beautiful powerful words to match your image 🙂
Thanks, Seonaid. 🙂
Very nice.
Hi Brett, thank you. 🙂
I love the colors of the sky reflected in the ice. Nice image!
Thanks, Eliza!