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 blowing in the same bare place for the listener who listens in the snow and nothing herself beholds nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.
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 blowing in the same bare place for the listener who listens in the snow and nothing herself beholds nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.
I used to be Snow White but I drifted.
There may be snow on the roof but theres fire in the belly.