Walking Through Snowy Woods

This morning’s walk through the snowy wooded trail behind town led me to this image. A spring snow instead of a winter’s one. Now quite so sharp a chill in the air, hints of spring arriving even with the snowflakes swirling around my head.


The Snow Man
By Wallace Stevens

One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;

And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter

Of the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,

Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place

For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.

Wallace Stevens, "The Snow Man" from The Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens. Copyright © 1954 by Wallace Stevens and renewed 1982 by Holly Stevens.  Used by permission of Alfred A. Knopf, Inc., a division of Random House, Inc. Source: The Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens (Alfred A. Knopf, )