Today’s prompt for the Bookending Winter Event (click here for more info) is as follows:
Find a Winter-themed poem and explain what you like about it. The really brave among us may also write their own poems.
I chose this poem by Robert Hayden because it is an anecdote that really pulls my heartstrings and contains very vivid descriptions about what cold feels like. I’ll go more into detail below.
Those Winter Sundays
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Sundays too my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.