Well we're definitely getting our share of winter weather now! Hello hail, sleet and (hopefully) snow!
Winter - Walter de la Mare
- Clouded with snow
- The cold winds blow,
- And shrill on leafless bough
- The robin with its burning breast
- Alone sings now.
- The rayless sun,
- Day's journey done,
- Sheds its last ebbing light
- On fields in leagues of beauty spread
- Unearthly white.
- Thick draws the dark,
- And spark by spark,
- The frost-fires kindle, and soon
- Over that sea of frozen foam
- Floats the white moon.
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