Dear Chicagoland Korean Rotary Club Members:

Cold weather gets more harsh as winter gets deeper. How is
everyone doing out there while it is freezing cold?

Because tormenting cold winter is here, warm spring is wanted more
expecting sweet spring time will greet us. However, now whole world is covered
with celestial snow which still give us beautiful scenery. If we adventure with
winter fun such as strolling over snow covered field, cross country skiing,
downhill skiing, etc. we may encounter wonderful nature and even have fun.

Unless we are fortunate enough to escape winter cold somewhere in
south or west, we should confront harsh winter weather not with reluctance,
rather enjoyment so that we can get by easier.

I put here some poems about winter season which I wrote a while


Winter Lake


Quiet, lonesome.

All have gone, swans, ducks . . .

All withered away, water lilies, water marigolds, . . .

Occasional waves rise to the paroxysmal winds.

Ducks float lonely on the lake.

Tall tan cattail stems along the edge of the lake

Swinging to convulsive winds,

A few fallen leaves float aimlessly,

Sporadically bobbing up and down to the turbulent waves.

By Jae Ro

Wintery Blue

A shiny blue hue on all tree branches,
bush twigs, dead plant stems, . . .

Suddenly a whole world is filled with blue

Winter blue,

frigid, crystal.

Gleaming through a veil of fog

Steadily changing to glistening

While fog is unveiled by the brightening sun

That has just arisen from the Eastern

All tree branches, bush twigs, dead plant
stems, . . .

In the prairie, parks, forest, roadside, .
. .

Have winter blue on

That gently glisten to the sunrise

From Eastern Horizon

Early in the morning.

By Jae Ro



by Robert Louis Stevenson

Late lies the wintry sun a-bed,  

A frosty, fiery sleepy-head;  

Blinks but an hour or two; and then,  

A blood-red orange, sets again.  

Before the stars have left the skies,

At morning in the dark I rise;  

And shivering in my nakedness,  

By the cold candle, bathe and dress.  

Close by the jolly fire I sit  

To warm my frozen bones a bit;

Or with a reindeer-sled, explore  

The colder countries round the door.  

When to go out, my nurse doth wrap

Me in my comforter and cap;  

The cold wind burns my face, and blows

Its frosty pepper up my nose.  

Black are my steps on silver sod;  

Thick blows my frosty breath abroad;  

And tree and house, and hill and lake,  

Are frosted like a wedding-cake.




by Emily Brontë

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 dear can move me;

I will not, cannot go.