I am at home with winter
I understand the thin
Determined trees, and all the calm,
Bare fields and I are kin.
I am at home with winter,
And I am glad to share
The dull gray days of waiting,
The cold, unfruitful air.
All hearts must master silence
Before they learn to sing.
Must be at home with winter
To be at home with spring.
–From Think About These Things (written in march 1943?)