Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Summons to Solstice

My friend Dot and I yesterday at the yurt at Beaver Creek. 
We went to a ski-in party to celebrate the winter solstice.


Keep me from going to sleep too soon
Or if I go to sleep too soon
Come wake me up. Come any hour
Of night. Come whistling up the road.
Stomp on the porch. Bang on the door.
Make me get out of bed and come
And let you in and light a light.
Tell me the northern lights are on
And make me look. Or tell me clouds
Are doing something to the moon
They never did before, and show me.
See that I see. Talk to me till
I'm half as wide awake as you
And start to dress wondering why
I ever went to bed at all.
Tell me the walking is superb.
Not only tell me but persuade me.
You know I'm not too hard persuaded.

Robert Francis

Laura and her friend Jake built a snow tunnel at the yurt.

Wyoming kids skiing in 10 degrees with headlamps.  The
hazard was not skiing in the dark see so much as running into
a cow moose and her calf -- in the dark.

Thanks to my husband for getting
me up at midnight to see the lunar eclipse earlier
this week, and bundling the kids outside too.

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