Wednesday, 25 July 2007

Winter

We are now deep into Winter. Clear skies, icy winds, bare trees, frosty mornings -- lovely.

Photo: Birch Trees, Town Centre, Katoomba

Words to walk with:
From Birches by Robert Frost
"When I see birches bend to left and right
Across the line of straighter darker trees,
I like to think some boy's been swinging them.
But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay.
Ice-storms do that. Often you must have seen them
Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning
After a rain. They click upon themselves
As the breeze rises, and turn many-colored
As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel."

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