While she may have been referring to riding her horse, I find this poem particularly motivating as I gear up to run in these frigid temperatures. I'm also grateful for a poem that celebrates winter, a season so underappreciated. Nonetheless, I hope you're all reading this from a warm, cozy place. It's cold out there.
A Winter Ride
by Amy Lowell
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 snowcrystals 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.
Read, listen, share, create, and be on watch.
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