Sunday, December 26, 2010
Robert Frost, 92/365
by Robert Frost
When the wind works against us in the dark,
And pelts us with snow
The lower chamber window on the east,
And whispers with a sort of stifled bark,
"Come out! Come out!" --
It costs no inward struggle not to go,
I count our strength,
Two and a child,
Those of us not asleep subdued to mark
How the cold creeps as the fire dies at length, --
How drifts are piled,
Dooryard and road ungraded,
Till even the comforting barn grows far away,
And my heart owns a doubt
Whether 'tis in us to arise with day
And save ourselves unaided.
A little over a year ago we lived in blustery Northern Michigan. An area prepared for heavy snow and gusting wind. But here in North Carolina we have been presented with a White Christmas, the first since 1947 by some accounts. Looking out my front door at 2:00a.m. last night, I was enchanted with the chandelier-like imagery.
My kids and I even "braved" the elements last evening and saw the new movie "True Grit", which I highly recommend. Matt Damon deserves a supporting actor nomination, if not all of the main characters (and director). Upon driving back home around 10:00 pm, we saw downed wires due to the heavy load of snow and had a hard time making it up our steep driveway.
As excited children traversed our hills this morning, I can't help but wonder what hardships this "beast" of a snowfall has created for some. My son, Will, gave me a book of Robert Frost's poems. He had a very interesting, story-like way about his poetry which I find intriguing.
I am out the door now to take a walk and be thankful I have a warm house in which to return.
Beautiful walk ... the dogs loved it, but our smallest was a bit overwhelmed...