Yosemite in Winter January by John Updike The days are short The sun a spark Hung thin between The dark and dark Fat snowy footsteps Track the floor Milk bottles burst Outside the door The river is A frozen place Held still beneath The trees of lace The sky is low The wind is gray The radiator Purrs all day. * * * Image by TravelswithCharie
“If you reject the food, ignore the customs, fear the religion and avoid the people, you might better stay at home.” - James Michener