The Shortest Day
This is the shortest day,
‘Tis afternoon;
Warm with the fire I’ve loitered out to see
A pale wet mist
Hiding a yellow moon,
A bunch of jingling stares
Thickening the top of a bare Winter tree.
~~
Mary Devenport O'Neill (1879-1967)
from Prometheus, and other poems, 1929
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada]
Bert Kaufmann, Misty Winter Afternoon, Anselt, Netherlands, 2010.
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Acutely beautiful rhyming!
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