My winter poem yesterday was a little bleak (it matched my mood) so I thought today I should remind all of us struggling with yet another snowstorm (three more inches today, oh yay!) that January is almost over and spring will come. Eventually. Perhaps. Maybe. We'll see...
In the meantime, here is a lovely poem by Claude McKay, appropriately titled After the Winter. Because right now, we need to believe there is an "after"! And since I had time on my hands while home sick I set myself a challenge of trying to tell the poem through my own pictures. I hope you enjoy it!
And against the morning’s white
The shivering birds beneath the eaves
Where bamboos spire the shafted grove