WINTER-TIME
Fate 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.
Fate 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 - Robert Louis Stevenson
A whimsical Winter-Time picture taken at our bird feeder last winter.
I love poems that rhyme.
Robert Louis Stevenson is one of my favorite poets.
What about you?
And I just had to add my favorite winter-time picture David took last year at our bird feeder. The woodpeckers are a sight to watch!
Robert Louis Stevenson is one of my favorite poets.
What about you?
And I just had to add my favorite winter-time picture David took last year at our bird feeder. The woodpeckers are a sight to watch!
