Sunday January 26, 2025
A rather ‘Good King Wenceslas’
trudge this morning.
A bit of ‘bitter weather’ for sure,
being winter in Canada.
Not ‘on The Feast of Stephen’, but the feast of St Paula Romana ,
according to my book of saints,
(January 26, 347-404).
The snow, ‘deep and crisp and even’,
and a good six or eight inches of it in the woods.
And we were, in a sense, ‘gathering winter fuel’,
as we scouted out a number of standing dead elms,
and pocketed some birchbark.
And we certainly walked ‘where the snow lay dinted’
as we followed the four-wheeler tracks from a few days ago.
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