The days are short,
The sun a spark,
Hung thin between
The dark and dark.
Fat snowy footsteps
Track the floor.
Milk bottles burst
Outside the door.
From the Indians who welcomed the pilgrims
And to the buffalo who once ruled the plains
Like the vultures circling beneath the dark clouds
Looking for the rain
Looking for the rain
Just like the cities staggered on the coastline
Living in a nation that just can't stand much more
Like the forest buried beneath the highway
Never had a chance to grow
Old elm that murmured in our chimney top
The sweetest anthem autumn ever made
And into mellow whispering calms would drop
When showers fell on thy many coloured shade
And when dark tempests mimic thunder made -
While darkness came as it would strangle light
With the black tempest of a winter night
That rocked thee like a cradle in thy root -
How did I love to hear the winds upbraid
Thy strength without - while all within was mute.
Ever let the Fancy roam,
Pleasure never is at home:
At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth,
Like to bubbles when rain pelteth;
Then let winged Fancy wander
Through the thought still spread beyond her:
Open wide the mind's cage-door,
She'll dart forth, and cloudward soar.
O sweet Fancy! let her loose;
Summer's joys are spoilt by use,
One night came Winter noiselessly, and leaned
Against my window-pane.
In the deep stillness of his heart convened
The ghosts of all his slain.
Leaves, and ephemera, and stars of earth,
And fugitives of grass, --
White spirits loosed from bonds of mortal birth,
He drew them on the glass.
They tower in muted abstraction over the frosted waste
and the dewfall glitters in petrified suspension.
Their fingers blast the watercolour sky,
clawing in every direction like cursed fractals.
A dead scream of nothing cast into the winter void,
broken voices stolen away in Selene’s cold glow.
Once frothing with life, they now stand petrified and silent.
Anything but serene, they are sentinels of frozen destruction.
The earth’s lumbering axial shift
Peaceful is the dusk
When snow is softly falling
And ruby sun's just faded
Snowy hills beckon
to eager ones, sledding soon
in the gladsome days of youth!
ice crystals sunshine
at the sparkle of midday
as winter howls and moans
the stray dog sleeps
inside the moon
On a crisp clear morning, the sky is deeply blue,
And in the distance I can see, blue mountains too.
Blue jay is in the tree, powdery snow everywhere-
The sky is in the lake, frosty clouds in the air!
The sun lavishes lemon rays, never quite outdone,
While Uranus and Neptune, waltz afar from the sun.