Monday, 1 December 2008


The hedgerows glitter, the dark woods shine
In dresses of sparkling white,
For while we slumbered, the Ice Queen passed
All over the earth last night.
Lucy Diamond.
Dawn turned on her purple pillow
And late, late came the winter day,
Snow was curved to the boughs of the willow,
The sunless world was white and gray.

At noon we heard a blue-jay scolding,
At five the last thin light was lost
From snow-banked windows faintly holding
The feathery filigree of frost.
Sara Teasdale.
My window-pane is starred with frost,
The world is bitter cold tonight,
The moon is cruel, and the wind
Is like a two-edged sword to smite.....
Sara Teasdale.
The winter comes: the frozen rut
Is bound with silver bars;
The snow-drift heaps against the hut;
And night is pierced with stars.
Coventry Patamore.

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