It seems odd as the weather is turning warmer and the trees are budding and the flowers are blooming to post a poem about winter trees. But during our time here in the US since July 2009, one of the most apparent differences (for me) between Brazil and the US has been the trees. Don’t get me wrong. We love the trees in Brazil in all their greenness and palm-ishness and home-for-monkeys-ness. But here in the US, the trees actually change. There are seasons. And in each season there is a beauty that is unlike anywhere else I’ve ever been. William Carlos Williams captures the beauty of winter in Winter Trees.
Winter’s been nice but it’s even nicer to see those buds that were sleeping all winter begin to peek their faces out into the sun.
BY WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS
All the complicated details
of the attiring and
the disattiring are completed!
A liquid moon
moves gently among
the long branches.
Thus having prepared their buds
against a sure winter
the wise trees
stand sleeping in the cold.
2 thoughts on “National Poetry Month”
Thanks for sharing! I’ve never read that poem before.
Do you ever get used to the opposite season thing? When I lived in Chile I felt Christmasy twice a year–once at Christmas, and once when it got cold…
Exactly! I feel Christmas-y in July in Brazil and I *want* to feel Christmas-y in December, but sometimes I am too hot. 🙂