Winter Friends

Dec 18, 2020

Today’s poem is “Winter Friends” by Robert P. Tristram Coffin, who was born in 1892 and spent his early childhood on a saltwater farm on Great Island in Harpswell.  He graduated from Bowdoin, where he later taught for many years.  He published forty books in his lifetime and received the Pulitzer Prize.  

Winter Friends
by Robert P. Tristram Coffin

The high cold moon rides through the frost,
The branches of the trees make lace
Along the drifted snow beneath,
There is no friendliness in the place,
Except in twelve small squares of light
Set in a house’s midnight side.
Someone is awake with me
On the cold earth’s wintry ride,
Through the pathways of the space,
He and I go on like friends,
Saying nothing, quietly,
To our separate unknown ends.

Poem Copyright © 1948 by Robert P Tristram Coffin. Published by the Macmillan Company, 1948. Reprinted by permission of the Estate of Robert P. Tristram Coffin, June M. Coffin, Exec.