Today’s Poem: There’s a Certain Slant of Light

Emily Dickinson on the oppressive, despairing quality of winter light

A certain slant of light (via imagine.art)

In a northern climate, winter can feel like a standstill. It goes on seemingly forever. New snow falls on old. Bare trees stand motionless on the whiteness. Only the cold light moves, sliding across the frozen ground, shrinking the shadows into the things that cast them and rolling them out again. But even this …