Season of tin
“I can taste the tin of the sky —- the real tin thing.
Winter dawn is the color of metal,
The trees stiffen into place like burnt nerves.’’
— From “Waking in Winter,’’ by Massachusetts native Sylvia Plath (1932-1963)
“I can taste the tin of the sky —- the real tin thing.
Winter dawn is the color of metal,
The trees stiffen into place like burnt nerves.’’
— From “Waking in Winter,’’ by Massachusetts native Sylvia Plath (1932-1963)