POEMS 2 : Dark Winter - December 2019
Winter
Clouded with snow,
The cold windows blow,
And shrill on leafless bough,
The robin with its burning breast
Alone sings now.
The rayless sun,
Day's journey done,
Sheds its last ebbing light,
On fields in leagues of beauty spread
Un-earthy white.
Thick draws the dark,
And spark by spark,
The frost-line kindle, and soon
Over that sea of frozen foam.
Floats the white moon.
- Walter de la Mare
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