A December Day
Dawnturned on her purple pillowAnd late, late came the winter day,Snow was curved to the boughs of the willow,The sunless world was white and grey.At noon we heard a blue-jay scolding,At five the last thin light was lostFrom snow-banked windows faintly holdingThe feathery filigree of frost.
Dawnturned on her purple pillowAnd late, late came the winter day,Snow was curved to the boughs of the willow,The sunless world was white and grey.At noon we heard a blue-jay scolding,At five the last thin light was lostFrom snow-banked windows faintly holdingThe feathery filigree of frost.
Dawnturned on her purple pillowAnd late, late came the winter day,Snow was curved to the boughs of the willow,The sunless world was white and grey.
Dawnturned 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 grey.
At noon we heard a blue-jay scolding,At five the last thin light was lostFrom snow-banked windows faintly holdingThe feathery filigree of frost.
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.