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    Winter Poetry

    By Kelly King Walden and Robert Frost

    January 6, 2016

    Snow Light
    by Kelly King Walden

    It’s winter white in the house right now –
    Still light
    Reflecting off the white
    Illuminating everything with snow glow
    Despite the dusk settling in
    Twilighting the sky.

    An ethereal extension of time,
    A suspension of day,
    The snow light creates a temporal portal,
    A fold in the fabric.
    Unexpected light granting unexpected time,
    Delaying the darkness.

    I, too, am suspended,
    Filled with the gravity and wonderment of
    These moments that shouldn’t exist.
    The still light
    Gives me a glimpse over the snow horizon
    Into timelessness, and –
    For a moment – I exist in eternity.


    Good Hours
    by Robert Frost

    I had for my winter evening walk –
    No one at all with whom to talk,
    But I had the cottages in a row
    Up to their shining eyes in snow.

    And I thought I had the folk within:
    I had the sound of a violin;
    I had a glimpse through curtain laces
    Of youthful forms and youthful faces.

    I had such company outward bound.
    I went till there were no cottages found.
    I turned and repented, but coming back
    I saw no window but that was black.

    Over the snow my creaking feet
    Disturbed the slumbering village street
    Like profanation, by your leave,
    At ten o’clock of a winter eve.

    Artwork by Vio Kurtz

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