O Western Wind
O western wind, when wilt thou blow
That the small rain down can rain?
Christ, that my love were in my arms,
And I in my bed again.
(early 16th century)
I first read this poem excerpted from a book by Madeleine L’Engle. Since she was my favorite author in high school, and since high school is more memorable to me than other periods of my life, I cherish this poem’s discovery.
It captures the mood of my day, in which the weather plays with everyone’s life: subzero temperatures, and snow snow snow!