Glorious, sunny, blustery winter day today. I played Christmas music in my room and in the car.
I remarked that , at Christmas, the dead return to sing: Frank Sinatra with "Mistletoe and Holly,"
Bing Crosby with "It's Beginning to look a lot like Christmas", Nat King Cole with "Chestnuts Roasting by an Open Fire," Dean Martin with "Let it Snow", not to mention the ancient composers and singers.
Here's a poem from William Carlos Williams:
Winter Trees
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.
Gorgeous sunset over Dilworthtown PA.
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