I looked out the window the other morning and saw this scene: the children’s red sled in the white tree, and it so reminded me of the William Carlos Williams poem about the red wheelbarrow.
So, in a bit of tribute to the winter that never ends, the dash of color in the snow, and Williams …
So much depends
uponthe red sled
caughthanging like an
icycleon the white
tree.
Peace (in the winter blues),
Kevin