Thursday, January 23, 2014

Winter Poem

I've found many that I like, but this is my favorite. 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 sky,
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.

Snow. It's a nuisance and easy to get annoyed and start complaining. But when it's this beautiful- I just can't. 

God is the ultimate artist.

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