Mount Kearsarge shines with ice; from hemlock branches
snow slides onto snow; no stream, creek, or river
budges but remains still. Tonight
we carry armloads of logs
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with ice and bent glittering to rimy ground. We'll avoid the programmed weatherman grinning from the box, cheerful with tempest, and take the day as it comes, .../// superb poetic expression
one day at a time, the way everyone says, These hours are the best because we hold them close in our uxorious nation. Soon we'll walk - when days turn fair very good poem, tony
What an exhilarating landscape carrying with it the glimpses of extreme cold weather. Thanks. snow slides onto snow; no stream, creek, or river Storms stop / when days turn fair
A leisurely moving piece, reflecting the slow, savoring dance of romance. A beautiful work.
I love the poem