Friday, January 16, 2009

Winter-Time

Winter-Time 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 blowsIts 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:

Lisa said...

Oh Girl's I have read you two this poem so many times. Love your Winter picture to go with it. I'm thankful we have a warm house tonight. Stay warm.
Love, Mom

Patti said...

beautiful!!
I hope you girls have a wonderful weekend!

Hi! I'm Grace said...

Hi Kate and Holly. This is my first winter here in US, and I keep telling my hubby, "I'm gonna die here. Brr." :)
Nice photos, anyway.

Hi! I'm Grace said...

Hi Kate and Holly. This is my first winter here in US, and I keep telling my hubby, "I'm gonna die here. Brr." :)
Nice photos, anyway.