A frosty night
Can’t tell that is moonlight that is frost
Spot bamboo of tall thin film
Draw the moonlight and the frost the light boundary

Despite the clean in
A falling leaf out the echo of the night
Holy in the quiet of
Meteors uncovered the gate of the kingdom of heaven
I lifted his foot
In the final choice

HanShanSi of fish
At more and more tight
At anchor in the edge of the maple bridge ship
Already waiting for many years I
A human smugglers have
While the night wind drift toward countries.

Winter in the North Country is an awesome season, much of the time frigid cold but its beauty is a marvel to behold. Read more…

The NorthEast has been getting warm weather, totally the opposite of what we should have at Christmas time.

Poem of winter.

Poetry.

It was cold today, and I heard that there was going to be some frost soon, somehow it lead to me writing this.

An evaluation and summary of “Acquainted with the Night”

A poem that captures the spirit of late Autumn.

Free verse.

We all must face the trials of life. Their lingering effects should be appreciated not down-trodden, for it is in our last moments of tribulation that we learn and grow. That last moment before the darkness leaves us and we embrace the light is a character-defining moment. Let’s put it in the annals of our memories where it belongs, for hope is not a thing to be cheapened, but a thing to be "up-raised" of character before all others.