The night is darkening round me,
The wild winds coldly blow;
But a tyrant spell has bound me
And I cannot, cannot go.
The giant trees are bending
Their bare boughs weighed with snow.
And the storm is fast descending,
And yet I cannot go.
Clouds beyond clouds above me,
Wastes beyond wastes below;
But nothing drear can move me;
I will not, cannot go.
- by Emily Bronte
And so it begins again... One year closes, while another opens. Our hopes and expectations are fresh and crisp as this January air. Yet, with only 5 day in, all I really want to do is hibernate ‘til spring… and spend my time reading gorgeous poetry like this piece from Emily Bronte!