Penny's Poetry Blog

February Twilight I stood beside a hill Smooth with new-laid snow, A single star looked out From the cold evening glow. There was n...

Self-Criticism in February The bay is not blue but sombre yellow With wrack from the battered valley, it is speckled with violent foam ...

Riding on the Ice upon Lake Champlain The water deep is fast asleep Beneath this icy band, So we can pass upon her face, As on solid ...

Chloris in the Snow I saw fair Chloris walk alone, When feather'd rain came softly down, As Jove descending from his Tower To ...

from Sonnets from the Portuguese XLIII How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My...

Snow White are the far-off plains, and white     The fading forests grow; The wind dies out along the height,     And denser still th...

Winter Drowsily, dreamily, the brown boughs Mingle and murmur in the breeze And the little animals drowse And I wonder they do not fr...