Goodbye snow; hello wind. Two little reflections by the Scottish cleric-cum-poet Andrew Young (1885-1971) catch the shifting season with his distinctive view of the natural world, always closely ...

Skiing the toll road on Whiteface Mountain. A clear sign of winter landed in parts of the Adirondacks last week as several inches of snow covered the ground. Temperatures rose after the dustings ...

And I always - as soon as I read this new poem, "Nothing New," by Frost, I thought it's essentially a version of "Dust Of Snow," which I think he wrote the following year. That poem stays in my brain.

Poem of the Day: ‘I Sought the Wood in Winter’ Willa Cather’s poem argues that spring is more melancholy than winter. With its frailty, spring tells us that it must pass, while winter, with its ...

And I always - as soon as I read this new poem, "Nothing New," by Frost, I thought it's essentially a version of "Dust Of Snow," which I think he wrote the following year. That poem stays in my brain.

And I always - as soon as I read this new poem, "Nothing New," by Frost, I thought it's essentially a version of "Dust Of Snow," which I think he wrote the following year. That poem stays in my brain.

And I always - as soon as I read this new poem, "Nothing New," by Frost, I thought it's essentially a version of "Dust Of Snow," which I think he wrote the following year. That poem stays in my brain.