Poetry and a Small Note · 2:35am Dec 23rd, 2017
Sleepy, Snowy Days
Upon a weary winter day,
Out on the bare ground I see lay,
Flakes, falling on this blesséd day.
Covering paths and stones, all grey,
Turning them to white in our sight,
No wights ruin wintery night.
Out the window I see walk,
A chilled orange fox’s feet stalking.,
Blackberries which winter held balk,
But, alas, they remain mocking.
A weary fox falls to slumber,
In its towl dug deep, I wonder,
About its toils till summer,