Thursday, December 16, 2010

Writing about Winter Walking

Walking Beside a Creek

Walking beside a creek
in December, the black ice
windy with leaves,
you can feel the great joy
of the trees, their coats
thrown open like drunken men,
the lifeblood thudding
in their tight, wet boots.

by Ted Kooser
Flying at Night
The University of Pittsburgh Press, 1985

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