by Edna St. Vincent Millay
I had forgotten how the frogs must sound
After a year of silence, else I think
I should not so have ventured forth alone
At dusk upon this unfrequented road.
I am waylaid by Beauty. Who will walk
Between me and the crying of the frogs?
Oh, savage Beauty, suffer me to pass,
That am a timid woman, on her way
From one house to another!
Very Early Spring
by Katherine Mansfield
The fields are snowbound no longer;
There are little blue lakes and flags of tenderest green.
The snow has been caught up into the sky--
So many white clouds--and the blue of the sky is cold.
Now the sun walks in the forest,
He touches the bows and stems with his golden fingers;
They shiver, and wake from slumber.
Over the barren branches he shakes his yellow curls.
Yet is the forest full of the sound of tears....
A wind dances over the fields.
Shrill and clear the sound of her waking laughter,
Yet the little blue lakes tremble
And the flags of tenderest green bend and quiver.
There are little blue lakes and flags of tenderest green.
The snow has been caught up into the sky--
So many white clouds--and the blue of the sky is cold.
Now the sun walks in the forest,
He touches the bows and stems with his golden fingers;
They shiver, and wake from slumber.
Over the barren branches he shakes his yellow curls.
Yet is the forest full of the sound of tears....
A wind dances over the fields.
Shrill and clear the sound of her waking laughter,
Yet the little blue lakes tremble
And the flags of tenderest green bend and quiver.
Owl Moon
This beautiful picture book recounts the adventures of a young child, whose father takes him out on a snowy, moonlit night to watch for owls in the woods. The luminous illustrations, lyrical storytelling, and sense of wonder infused throughout draw you into the moment as well, until you can almost feel the cold biting at your cheeks and hear the utter stillness of the midnight woods. A perfect book to read aloud on a snowy night!
Velvet Shoes
by Elinor Wylie
Let us walk in the white snow
In a soundless space;
With footsteps quiet and slow,
At a tranquil pace,
Under veils of white lace.
I shall go shod in silk,
And you in wool,
White as a white cow's milk,
More beautiful
Than the breast of a gull.
We shall walk through the still town
In a windless peace;
We shall step upon white down,
Upon silver fleece,
Upon softer than these.
We shall walk in velvet shoes
Wherever we go
Silence will fall like dews
On white silence below.
We shall walk in the snow.
Let us walk in the white snow
In a soundless space;
With footsteps quiet and slow,
At a tranquil pace,
Under veils of white lace.
I shall go shod in silk,
And you in wool,
White as a white cow's milk,
More beautiful
Than the breast of a gull.
We shall walk through the still town
In a windless peace;
We shall step upon white down,
Upon silver fleece,
Upon softer than these.
We shall walk in velvet shoes
Wherever we go
Silence will fall like dews
On white silence below.
We shall walk in the snow.
Previous Favorites of the Month
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December 2008:
This is the Stable
The Donkey's Dream
The Christmas Miracle of Jonathan Toomey
A Tree for Peter
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January 2009:
Owl Moon
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Snow Day
Snow Treasure
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February 2009:
Some Things Go Together
Love You Forever
You are My I Love You
The Cabin Faced West
December 2008:
This is the Stable
The Donkey's Dream
The Christmas Miracle of Jonathan Toomey
A Tree for Peter
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January 2009:
Owl Moon
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Snow Day
Snow Treasure
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February 2009:
Some Things Go Together
Love You Forever
You are My I Love You
The Cabin Faced West
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