Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Wintertime
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 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.

4 comments:

Gangadhar said...

Awesome,Don!! :)

--Gangadhar
http://ganga.wordpress.com

Anonymous said...

Thanks don, for taking me back to Stevenson.

Anonymous said...

Nice! One of those sunsets last night...

Don Iannone said...

Stevenson wrote some great ones. Thanks all.

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