Saturday, December 17, 2022
A December Day / J.A. Kerr
A December Day
Low-drifting clouds o'erspread the sky;
The day is dull, the landscape drear;
On earth's fair bosom snowflakes lie,
While trees their snow-clad branches rear.
From lowering clouds the winter rain,
Cheerless, descends no longer, now;
To patter loud on roof and pane,
But falls the dancing flakes of snow.
The birds give forth no notes of cheer,
For they have flown. The woods are still;
The fields are shorn, and brown, and sear;
Ice-bound are river, brook and rill.
All nature seems grown gray with rime,
And longs for rest — to die, to sleep;
Like man, woos sweet rest, courts decline,
And feels the death-chill o'er her creep.
Her race seems short, and almost run:
Her knell is tolled by pattering hail.
In clouds of crepe is clad the sun;
The wind gives forth a moaning wall.
The earth seems wrapped in her last sleep —
All nature robed in shrouds of snow.
The lowering clouds in pity weep,
That she, like man, is thus laid low.
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J.A. Kerr
from Local and National Poets of America, 1890
[Poem is in the public domain worldwide]
J.A. Kerr biography
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