“Before the ice is in the
pools,
Before the skaters go,
Or any cheek at nightfall
Is tarnished by the snow,
Before the fields have
finished,
Before the Christmas tree,
Wonder upon wonder
Will arrive to me!”—American poet Emily Dickinson (1830-1886), “XLV [Before the ice is in the pools]”
This afternoon, temperatures
rose to just below the freezing mark—a marked change since this past Friday,
when they dropped 50 degrees within a few hours (and felt worse with the wind
chill factor).
I took the opportunity to
walk around Overpeck County Park, a few miles from where I live in Bergen
County, NJ.
Before the skaters go,
Or any cheek at nightfall
Is tarnished by the snow,
Before the Christmas tree,
Wonder upon wonder
Will arrive to me!”—American poet Emily Dickinson (1830-1886), “XLV [Before the ice is in the pools]”
Though it felt more inviting to walk around, even in the half hour
just before sunset, the ground still felt crunch rather than soggy—and, as seen
in this photo I took, the 10 or so other walkers in the park and I have to be
careful in spots, where the water from last week’s dense rainstorm had
collected to form a Dickinson-style ice pool, just in time for Christmas.
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