Winter loves poetry.
The daffodils and cherry blossoms have arrived to herald the coming of spring, but Canada loves winter. When I lived in Northern Manitoba we were not surprised when snow appeared in the middle of June.
Tonight, in celebration of poetry month, I have returned to a poem I recited on a clear Vancouver winter day in February.
The Crystal Gazer by Sara Teasdale
I shall gather myself into myself again,
I shall take my scattered selves and make them one,
Fusing them into a polished crystal ball
Where I can see the moon and the flashing sun.
I shall sit like a sibyl, hour after hour intent,
Watching the future come and the present go,
And the little shifting pictures of people rushing
In restless self-importance to and fro.