Monday 12 November 2012

Day 144: A Room like June

It's November. It's cold and dark and dreary. Days where it's better to be inside than outside. Cosied in beside a fire with a book, where it's exactly like ... June. Even if your heart is cold.

A Winter Night - Sara Teasdale

My window-pane is starred with frost,
The world is bitter cold to-night,
The moon is cruel and the wind
is like a two-edged sword to smite.

God pity all  the homeless ones,
The beggars pacing to and fro.
God pity all the poor to-night
who walk the lamp-lit streets of snow.

My room is like a bit of June,
Warm and close-curtained fold on fold,
But somewhere, like a homeless child,
My heart is crying in the cold.

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