Januari

En lånad bild på en frusen katt

John Updike skrev också lyrik. Jag har hittat en passande vinterdikt.

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.

"January" .Från diktsamlingen A Child's Calendar.