By in Random

For the Folks in Eastern and Midwestern North America:

I was born in Wisconsin and grew up in upstate New York, but I presently live in southern California. It’s been a while since I’ve had to shovel or drive in snow. Nevertheless, I feel what my compatriots on the East Coast and in the Midwest are going through. I thought I’d leave you a poem:

Then all the sleepers in the forest,
Whether horned or hornless,
Teeth miserably chatter, flee miserably away
Through the mountainous
woods, and in the minds of all
there is only on wish,
the thought of finding shelter, getting behind
dense coverts
and the hollow of the rocks; then like
the three-footed individual
with the broken back, head over, and eyes
on the ground beneath
so doubled, trying to escape the white snow,
all go wandering.

From Hesiod (active sometime between 750 and 650 BCE), Works and Days , as quoted in World Poetry p. 35

Stay safe and warm.

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GemstonePink wrote on February 22, 2015, 2:59 PM

Thank you for that piece of work you shared with us. It is a crummy winter here still, but we sure do appreciate spring!

msiduri wrote on February 22, 2015, 3:57 PM

I miss the change of seasons, but I don't miss shoveling snow. I don't miss driving in it.

msiduri wrote on February 22, 2015, 9:22 PM

I do not envy you.