ECCLESIASTES 11:1
We must cast our bread
Upon the waters as the
Ancient preacher said,
Trusting that it may
Amply be restored to us
After many a day.
That old metaphor,
Drawn from rice farming on the
River’s flooded shore,
Helps us to believe
That it’s no great sin to give,
Hoping to receive.
Therefore I shall throw
Broken bread, this sullen day,
Out across the snow,
Betting crust and crumb
That birds will gather, and that
One more spring will come.
-Richard Wilbur
Gladsome Lights 
I like this. Thanks, Gretchen.
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I like these poems about snowy winters, even though mine never are that cold. They are much more evocative of the feeling we all have, whether the season is mild or severe. It’s still winter!
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Thank you,
from Merri.
I have tried emailing you but no answer will try again dear one. thank you for your posts we are all well and happy and joy filled with warm weather in Minnesota.. forties.. and snow gone.. and husband well and coming soon after recompense for all we lost in the crash.. all of our personal belongings .. so we can rebuild slowly and gain more breadcrumbs ..love and gratitude to you Merri
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Such a quietly cheerful poem, full of hope.
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A very apt little poem considering the cold weather many of us are experiencing ( in addition to the birds and other wild critters).
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I bought some suet last week, which I need to hang up, now that the rain has paused and the weather is cold…
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A lovely poem. No crust or crumbs for my birds, but peanuts and seed aplenty for the winter yet to come.
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They are lucky to have you for a friend!
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