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I came across this poem, as I sit and look out the window at winter’s chilly breath. I thought it went well with the sentiments I expressed in yesterday’s post. I hope you enjoy it! The poet is Emma Lyon and the source is listed beneath the poem.
Ode to Winter
When Winter’s silver mantle spreads the ground,
And robes fair nature in her vestment pale,
My wand’ring eyes gaze o’er the chilling round,
As sad I listen to the plaintive wail
Of airy songsters, while aloft they soar,
And with fleet wings etherial tracks explore. Read the rest of this entry »