A mind of winter

The snow pretty much melted off yesterday, then we got another dusting last night. It's much colder today, only 27 degrees, so the sidewalks and roads are icy.  Another morning at home unless I want to hoof it. A "wintry mix" tomorrow (oh, goody) then transition back to rain by Thursday or Friday.

It's a slow news morning. Here's a winter poem:

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.