Tuesday, 30 December 2008

"Clouded with snow
The cold winds blow,
And 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
Unearthly white.
Thick draws the dark,
And spark by spark,
The frost-fires kindle, and soon
Over that sea of frozen foam
Floats the white moon.
Walter de la Mare.

"Winter dawn is the colour of metal
The trees stiffen into place like burnt nerves.
Sylvia Plath.

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