The Woods

Today, a picture and a poem, for you.

The picture
A woodsy, abstract impressionist dyed knit sweater that has just been added to the shop.

The Woods - abstract impressionist knit sweater

The poem
How beautifully do the two first verses illustrate the sweater shown above. How innocuously does this poem describe my mood on this wintery Wednesday morning.

Dark Wood, Dark Water, a poem by Sylvia Plath

This wood burns a dark
Incense. Pale moss drips
In elbow-scarves, beards

From the archaic
Bones of the great trees.
Blue mists move over

A lake thick with fish.
Snails scroll the border
Of the glazed water

With coils of ram’s-horn.
Out in the open
Down there the late year

Hammers her rare and
Various metals.
Old pewter roots twist

Up from the jet-backed
Mirror of water
And while the air’s clear

Hourglass sifts a
Drift of goldpieces
Bright waterlights are

Sliding their quoits one
After the other
Down boles of the fir.

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