The Darkling Thrush By Thomas Hardy I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-grey, And Winter's dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. The tangled bine-stems scored the sky...
The Darkling Thrush
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Winter Poems
Year’s End by Richard Wilbur
Year's End by Richard Wilbur Now winter downs the dying of the year, And night is all a settlement of snow; From the soft street the rooms of houses show A gathered light, a shapen atmosphere, Like frozen-over...
December by Thomas Parsons
December by Thomas Parsons You have again made your way in,Cold and beautiful.You are December,And I love you.Despite the seasonal celebration,I know you to be more.You are calm,You allow me to slow,To envelope the tranquility I crave.Your winds, December, though...