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Emily Dickinson

Emily DickinsonIt’s January 30. This has been a difficult winter. I know I’m not the only one out there who is ready for Old Man Winter to head back home. I’m not sure if it was the two inches of unexpected snow I woke up to the other morning, the howling Oklahoma wind or the forecasted “winter storm” on the calendar for next week, but I decided I need something to cheer me.

Enter Emily Dickinson. Many of her poems always have a sense of Spring about them. Then I found a poem she wrote about winter. Enjoy!

Winter is good–his Hoar Delights

Winter is good – his Hoar Delights

Italic flavor yield –

To Intellects inebriate

With Summer, or the World –

Generic as a Quarry

And hearty – as a Rose –

Invited with asperity

But welcome when he goes.

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