27 January 2011

stopping by woods on a snowy morning

whose woods these are, i think i know...
tonight i was reminded how much i like poetry, even if i don't often take - no, make - the time to read it. with so much to do, so much to keep up with, there's hardly any time left for things that stir my soul...

8 comments:

Tabor said...

smiling here at your re-discovery.

Gwendolynn Harris said...

Beautiful! The trees and snow are why winter is my favourite season!

~she~ said...

So pretty! We got a lot of snow here last night too.

Nancy Tripp said...

Hmmmmmmmmm. I hope you take/make/shake up enough time for more soul stirring. It's what makes me more than a chore-doer.

Jenner said...

That's one of my most favorite poems, thanks for the smile!

Linda Chapman said...

A beautiful reminder....

Kane said...

How is your soul? =) I love the play of words.

Kane

Star said...

There is a monthly journal of American Poetry, which was a lovely gift I treasured for a year. Lots of very depressing stuff--gotta warn you in advance, there is something about poetry writing that cleans the soul of sad stuff--but lots of interesting and beautiful stuff, too. Getting it made me make the time, at least for the poems in the journal. Miss it. Might be just what helps you make those few moments for poetry reading.