Something I’d like to do in 2011 is read more poetry than I did last year. I’m printing out quite a few I like and hope to spend time with, and will keep my new friends in a notebook handy. I have an old three-ring binder that can’t hold another sheet, and I’ll like to get re-acquainted with some of those verses, too. As I was browsing my computer collection I ran across one that I’d like to have written myself this morning.
Today’s a nipping day, a biting day;
In which one wants a shawl,
A veil, a cloak, and other wraps:
I cannot ope to everyone who taps,
And let the draughts come whistling thro’ my hall;
Come bounding and surrounding me,
Come buffeting, astounding me,
Nipping and clipping thro’ my wraps and all.
From ‘Winter: My Secret’, Christina Rossetti.
Gladsome Lights 