Sunday, February 22, 2015

Sunday Morning Poetry

The night is darkening round me,
The wild winds coldly blow,
But a tyrant spell has bound me
And I cannot, cannot go.
The giant trees are bending
Their bare boughs weighed with snow,
And the storm is fast descending
And yet I cannot go.
Clouds beyond clouds above me,
Wastes beyond wastes below;
But nothing drear can move me;
I will not, cannot go.
~ author unknown, shared by Edward Hirsch


alexa said...

Beautiful photo which just captures the bleakness ...

Jeanne said...

Beautiful are your postings my lovely friend.
Love Jeanne

S. Etole said...

Beautifully done.

Marilyn said...

It captures us in it's arms.
Lovely tree and poem.

Jennifer Richardson said...

so beautiful and warm,
despite the snow:)
thank you,

Jeanie said...

What a beautiful poem. The barren tree, all the more so. Lovely.

Heart2Heart said...

Love how you managed to find a poem that conveys the words of the poem perfectly!

Missed stopping by to visit and hope we can reconnect through our blogs again.

Love and Hugs ~ Kat

HKatz said...

Haunting poem, and I love how in the photo it looks like a woman is kneeling in front of the tree.

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