Winter - Megan Woodrum

Winter

By Billy Collins

A little heat in the iron radiator,

the dog breathing at the foot of the bed,

and the windows shut tight,

encrusted with hexagons of frost.

I can barely hear the geese

complaining in the vast sky,

flying over the living and the dead,

schools and prisons, and the whitened fields.

 

Poem copyright ©2014 by Billy Collins, “Winter,” (Poetry East, No. 82, 2014).  Poem reprinted by permission of Billy Collins and the publisher.

This poem has a pretty universal theme, unless you come from a place without winters. I chose this poem because it made me really feel as if I were sitting in front of my fireplace with my dog. It gave you the feeling of warmth, and fuzzy socks, watching Netflix and crocheting. I got a very cozy and serene feeling form this poem, I guess I'm just ready for Winter, with its snow and sweaters.