A Winter Picture
An air as sharp as steel, a sky
Pierced with a million points of fire;
The level fields, hard, white and dry,
A road as straight and tense as wire.
No hint of human voice or face
In frost below or fire above,
Save where the smoke’s blue billowing grace
Flies flag-like from the roofs of love.
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Ethelwyn Wetherald (1857-1940)
from The Last Robin, 1907
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada, the United States and the European Union]
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nice poem
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