Icy Weather Here

...is making me think of this poem by Auden, one of my favorites.

I love these two stanzas, even though Auden later cut them.

Time that is intolerant
Of the brave and the innocent,
And indifferent in a week
To a beautiful physique,

Worships language and forgives
Everyone by whom it lives;
Pardons cowardice, conceit,
Lays its honours at their feet.

Sometimes poets shouldn't be let near their own poems.

Snowcalypse!

Well, anyway, snow enough that campus is closed -- good enough!  Coffee and time to work on my writing.  Casting my eye back over the semester, I see we have not met one entire week this semester so far, due to weather or holidays.  Hmm.

Today I will finish stage-one editing for Crossed Genres, work on the new short story, make bagels and oatmeal cookies, and prep to teach tomorrow, although, frankly, looking at the weather, I'm thinking classes might get called tomorrow as well: more snow and ice on the way.

Outside my window, btw, a lovely landscape of snow and trees.  I do love winter.