Winter Time
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.
This poem was written/submitted by Robert.
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