Wednesday, December 15, 2010

A Winter Ride

A Winter Ride
by Amy Lowell (1874-1925)

Who shall declare the joy of the running!

Who shall tell of the pleasures of flight!

Springing and spurning the tufts of wild heather,

Sweeping, wide-winged, through the blue dome of light.

Everything mortal has moments immortal,

Swift and God-gifted, immeasurably bright.

So with the stretch of the white road before me,

Shining snow crystals rainbowed by the sun,

Fields that are white, stained with long, cool, blue shadows,

Strong with the strength of my horse as we run.

Joy in the touch of the wind and the sunlight!

Joy! With the vigorous earth I am one.

This is one of my favorite winter poems.  It makes me give thanks for love and life and the ability we have to enjoy the world around us, the snow, the cold, the warm laughter of friend and family, the sense of flying across the ground and lifting off into God-realms.  However you travel today, please take time to enjoy the ride!

Photo Courtesy:  flickr - Peter J. Markham, Loretto, MN


  1. What a beautiful poem!
    I love the picture at the top.

  2. This is a beautiful poem and captures the beauty and wonder of snow and a wintry ride.
    Love the picture--goes well with the poem.

  3. that looks like so much fun! thank you Mellisa! what a lovely poem and the image is perfect for it.
    about enjoying life around you, my sentiments exactly!
    love this line, 'everything mortal has moments immortal'
    to remember heaven, is what those moments are for :)

    thank you


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